Writing.

Writing,
to me,
is more than
something
forced.
It isn't limited to
essays or statistics.
It belongs in the realm
of mythological
tales of fantastic
origins.
However, I cannot control
when it begins
or









ends.
It starts as a thread,
slowly u n r a v e l
i
n
g
until it finally










stops.
Then, my writing ceases.
I have to wait for a
new thread
to a p p e a r
before a new piece
of work blossoms.
I take each thread
with wonder,
wallowing in all
it has to offer.
Writing,
to me,
is a
blessing.





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