I know, I’ve never been good at writing coherent stories or poems that make sense. But when I write, it’s always after a hurricane–of events, of thoughts, of emotions..
And I write as fast as I can because whatever comes out after the big explosion of emotions and life…whatever I write then, will be the rawest version of the story.
It’s the version that I may not understand at all. It’s the version I know came from heart and not from a pool of vocabulary to impress. It’s the version that is real.
The stories I write are incoherent. I know.
But how else do we ever fathom what happens in life than to write and write and write..
Until we see the constellations.
When will the universe stop staring? 
I just downloaded the WP app so that I can write when the thoughts and emotions strike. Totally agree with you, keep writing writing writing!