Oh wait..I don't claim to be a writer. That sounds so professional and so not me. What am I then? Well, I often have a jumbled mess in my head; words, thoughts, images, and sometimes I need to try and make sense of it all or I'll go crazy. So, I write. But when I see it on paper, after it spills out, it looks unfamiliar because there is a rhythm, a meaning, a breath. But it looks foreign to me...like, it could not have come from that jumbled mess in my head.
But it had to have...I mean I'm the one sitting here holding the pencil (figuratively).
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