I want to write because it confronts me.
The irresistible charm of a new-found dream seems grand…
The incessant whisper of fear seems crushing…
…until it meets the ink on paper.
Each word penned strips down the intimidating nature of thoughts, even the tumbleweed ones.
And what’s left is reality.
Writing is not for the fainted heart. It demands and I shall be made strong.
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