I miss me


When I don’t write, I’m not me

Writing has become such a big part of me

When I don’t write something is wrong

When I feel good, I write quickly

Words flow

Ideas are there, no hesitation

The page is filled in a few minutes

And I’ve said my piece

When I don’t open my notebook

And if I do, words trickle down ever so slowly

I miss being me

January 4th, 2023

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