A Writer Born

27 Oct

Somedays are going to be made of everything you can call perfect in the given moment. Then there will be days that feel like an absolute waste that you were better off without them. Progress is stagnant, chaos is absent, and everything seems to be nothing but, well… nothing.

It is in these absent moments that we feel most in connect with ourselves, and it is these moments we learn and become what we have always been, hidden under the surface, from our own consciousness. It is in this moment that we think, and we write.


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