I have an urge to write. An urge to write quickly, without thought. For my words to flow from my mind to—sometimes my mouth, to—the page. To feel connected to the next idea as it takes form and give it life, and a home, and root it in a reality by making it corporeal. I have an urge to write with flowery words, to stop and smell the roses of ideation, and for those ideas to plant seeds and carry fragrance as far and wide as the writing goes, perhaps even I it goes nowhere.
Journal - 1/14/2021
Journal - 1/14/2021
Journal - 1/14/2021
I have an urge to write. An urge to write quickly, without thought. For my words to flow from my mind to—sometimes my mouth, to—the page. To feel connected to the next idea as it takes form and give it life, and a home, and root it in a reality by making it corporeal. I have an urge to write with flowery words, to stop and smell the roses of ideation, and for those ideas to plant seeds and carry fragrance as far and wide as the writing goes, perhaps even I it goes nowhere.