Dreaming in Color

It used to mean something different to me… Probably about a week ago, I woke in the morning, heavily impressed by a dream I’d just had. This was odd for a couple reasons: first, because I had not had a memorable dream in quite some time, and secondly, because I…

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crap I need to write

I’m in a wordless rut again. I can’t write. I’ve forgotten how. Everything my fingers touch turns to shit. I can’t get past the thoughts of what needs to be done, what I need to write, what I haven’t written yet: they flood my mind, clouding it, like too many…

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