Writing for the sake of writing.
How hard can it be?
Sometimes is takes longer to get in that writing mood.
Now that I'm finally in the mood, what ever shall I write about?
Love?
Friendship?
Family?
Too hard to choose.
Too much on my mind.
So long to write everything out.
But getting it out is a whole process.
Therapeutic in a sense.
Let it all out.
Express ones self.
Tell a secret.
Recount a story.
I sit here with so much running through my mind,
why is it so hard for me to write something with substance rather than question everything?
One day I'll look back through these and wonder why I never said anything,
why I never told,
what was really in my thoughts,
who it was about,
how it came to pass.
Maybe it will seem stupid in the future,
but for now it will consume me.
To my very core.
There you have it.
One page written and already immediately forgotten about,
but in a way I feel better-->for expressing myself in some way.
Even as small as this page of nonsense and rambling.
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