We spin tales and weave stories with words: the fabric of our minds. Fibers come together and melt into threads of thoughts that unravel onto paper. The essence of writing is truth and writing is where my truth lies. The world around us is an ecosystem of paradoxical novelty and repetition. Streams of inspiration persist in bringing my hands to a furious scribble, as they rush to messily transfer the chaos of thoughts that circle before they can escape. I write to make things real -- remembered....
We spin tales and weave stories with words: the fabric of our minds. Fibers come together and melt into threads of thoughts that unravel onto paper. The essence of writing is truth and writing is where my truth lies. The world around us is an ecosystem of paradoxical novelty and repetition. Streams of inspiration persist in bringing my hands to a furious scribble, as they rush to messily transfer the chaos of thoughts that circle before they can escape. I write to make things real -- remembered....
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