Writing

To write without falling into the stupor, the inaccuracy of drowsy introspection as perspective deserts me.

Wading, groping about while the thing, the thought, barely brushes my fingertips and dissolves before I can even guess at its texture. Let alone its name.

Exhausting; where I decide, good enough, when I know it is not.

All I want is to say what I mean.

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