Photo by Francesco Gallarotti on Unsplash

So it goes, most of the time; the page
turns and withers away. Those dreams
I’ve brushed past in my youth – where
did they go? Into the drawer of a dusty
office, into somebody’s waiting hand.
I have not written, truly, in months.
Where did I keep the key, where did
I fall from, where was the chalk
outline of me on the street? You’re
living, and all of a sudden, you’re
living. I am preparing for my
eventual demise, and checking
off a list; to find love, find a house,
find acceptance. I want to, so badly,
take in the world into my bosom …
to say, what a wonderful world,
what a wonderful, wonderful world …
and then I douse my head back
into reality and light it all ablaze.

Freewriting Explanation: I use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.

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