Separate writing; Same writer

I write, but every word is almost too precious to share.

I steal them from the paper and put them into my heart, though they belong to my mind.

I imagine myself as an old writer, not in age but in time.

One day I will share those words however for this, for now, they remain mine.

For you, I write more universal.Less personal and slightly understandable.

If my heart were free in the constructs of these writers and readers - I would be a fool for not publishing them first.

For not having the grace to uphold my work and broadcast my name for the world to know in connection to each other.

You see me as one writer but the other one, the real writer is yet to be free.