Every day, my interest in deepening my romantic involvement with creative writing swells. I'm thinking I may want to make more attempts at writing pieces of this-or-that.
I mean, it could be the EEG, right?
I like to think of art being the rawest, music being the most sincere, and writing being the clearest form of projecting your mind in a way that's five-sense-accessible to others.
Understanding a "me" in this world must require a gluttonous dosage of clarification. I can probably find some solace in writing.
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