when the stroke of the keys are no more
ink has dried from every pen
pencil leads rotten, and broken
then you realize how much you left unspoken
When I sit in in front of my screen/paper there's a process that takes place. There's nothing so profound about it, it's merely a process I have currently adapted because I am slowly regaining my confidence as a writer.
So I sit. I stare. I try to say what people want to hear in way they'll be willing to listen. I try to write what has been on my mind and in my heart. I don't always get this right. But I've given myself a goal, to just write.
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