inspiration
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It’s an early Wednesday
And I almost already forgotten what I committed myself to. Write every day. Write every day. It’s freezing outside while I watch the sun rise in front of me. The mist of my breath steams out of my mask. Where’s the damn bus? It’s Wednesday and my boss wants me…
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Screaming out into the void
and I remember waiting to hear a call back. Messages of are you there? and is anyone listening? echo through empty tunnels. Now I shout into the void and hear a far out call back–you’d think wasn’t human. You’d think there was someone out there. And maybe there is. I…