By laying our hearts bare, others are afforded a glimpse into their own.

This is something that I think many here connect with without understanding why. Seeing a person and the reflection of themselves in another creates a connection they may no understand but binds them nonetheless.

Funny thing is, though, I try not to think too much about it - the immutability, as you put it, or even who’s listening -as I find this inhibits my flow...

I don't worry too much about these things either for the same reason. People talk about freedom of speech yet still care what others think of them which means speech can never come freely, it is always curated for the audience in the hopes for a favourable response.