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I write because I love words…
More than that…
I am utterly infatuated, fascinated, increasingly enamored with them…
their ability to express anything and everything one would desire…
So very many decadently delightful and exquisitely evocative ways…
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I write to release pent up thoughts…emotions, hopes, fears, dreams…
Endless expressions of me…
Who I am…why I am…where I wish to go in this journey of life…
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Not only is writing my catharsis, it is unceasingly shaping me…
I quite literally am writing myself into who I am…
who I am becoming…who I will be…
My personal revolution…
A metamorphosis via a plethora of beloved words…
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If you wonder why I write..the above is the best answer I’m able to give you…
Perhaps that also explains why I write so often of the inability to
express words exactly how or when I would wish…
To put words to the vague…the intangible…the elusive…
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Some people call it writer’s block…
I call it amputation…
Without my beloved words…
I lose myself…my voice…my very essence…
I am only as unique as the words I choose…
The emotions…the feelings conjured by their purposeful placement.
It is my insistent compulsion to continually do so in ever more very varied ways…
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You need look no further…
For this is who I am…wholly and completely me…
To be found…
In each word I write…
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΅〜 ೋღ Christina~ ღೋ 〜΅
∼ Reconstructing Christina ∼ 