“outlined in chalk, we all look the same” – matthew goode
Scribbled down on July 2nd, 2006 by she
Posted in Frothing At The Bit
There was a time when I wrote continuously. It was as if I was driven to put words on paper. I’d bring scratch pads and pens with me almost everywhere I went just in case a thought struck that I need to capture before it disappeared. Lately, I’ve found that the driving need to write doesn’t seem to exist anymore.
I’m feeling very lost today.
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