Having said that...
The issue is, for me, wanting to write when the fever takes over and consumes the pages… I prefer to write when I’m fully aware of what is being written, and really delve deep into the text as if we all were sitting adjacent.
The damned feeling that something great needs to be done hovers right out of arms length.
I guess it lies in the inherent gap in language, where all these enigmatic words/feelings/desires lay waiting patiently by, especially when all of the texts and words slide through the cracks in the floor.
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