before I used to write with the (unconscious?) objective/desire of getting finished. writing everything down and then being done with it. finished, ready to move on to the next thing.
that changed.
I have so many thoughts/feelings/desires, longings&dreams that they spill over. I have shed the hope of finding the right (perfect) words, the hopes of writing everything down (neatly). my wish is for it to be part of my wings, part of what takes me (beyond). my aim is to write out of joy/sadness/life. to create, to be.
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