I get that feeling all the time. When I write, it’s like I’m carving a tiny monument out of words, a quiet way to keep a part of myself in the world. Even when the story feels far away from who I am now, those lines hold a piece of my past, my doubts, my hopes. It’s a strange kind of anchoring, like those old tags you mentioned, but in my case it’s more fluid, more like a diary that keeps turning itself. So yes, I do feel that pull—it's both a comfort and a challenge, keeping my voice alive while I keep chasing new stories.