Rainy day, LO-FI on the turntable, Google Doc opened, Eyes locked—that’s what I call a perfect day. You never truly think about the details of every word that you speak, that you hear, that you dream, until you get to know them. Every week, I make sure to dedicate a session to just sit down and let the thoughts run, something I don’t do often.
I have this document opened, music playing, and the web ready to search. I take note of whatever comes to mind like waves, whether it’s a simple word or a phrase, or a whole verse. The verses come in waves that form songs. The words and phrases come as particles of sand that I could one day merge into a castle. I like the feeling of putting things together, but I especially like the feeling of letting the waves meet the shore, and it receding back into me, in which I have understood the thought and its words, and allowed it to become a part of who I am.
The art of writing.
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