Some days I feel like writing. The words pour out. Emotions are spilled out onto paper and it is a beautiful thing. When I write I hear a voice in my head. When I write it is like the cheesy way that the character on a tv show tells the audience what is going on in their head. It doesn’t matter who is listening, or even if anyone is listening. There is just something so beautiful and peacefully freeing about seeing the words on paper. Every word brings back a rush of life and pulls me into the time and place, the thought, the hope, the dream. A picture is worth a hundred words and yet a sentence is more. It brings back millions of images and a song. Writing is beautiful.
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