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once, most times, and sporadically, there comes a time when one is exhausted by the mere thought of generating words, sentences, and paragraphs from the nothingness of an unfeeling mind and the brokenness of an inchoate spirit. the prospect alone is daunting.

when this period culminates however, what follows is the unbridled onslaught of words, sentences, and paragraphs tinged with the wondrous luminosity of inspiration and enveloped with the magic of limitless and fervid imagination.

tonight i write this while i am sober, socially-recluse, and disturbed. my guilt gnaws at my very core; inching closer to where my emotions take refuge; threatening to subsist upon the void that creative impotency inevitably brings.

tonight i am a nomad, a stranger, for i have deliberately, albeit momentarily, taken the path of solitary bliss and isolation.

but alas, my pen wields even greater power, and i am left with no other recourse but to go to where my heart thrives undisturbed and unperturbed, to the place where it throbs with life and meaning –

to where my words, sentences, and paragraphs reverberate with a realness that is intangible yet palpable, and to where they add splendor to an otherwise, mundane existence.

xxx

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