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March 1, 2008 at 11:40 pm Leave a comment

is it writer’s block if i have nothing to say? or am i merely worried of being so mundane and average that i’m apt to bore you with the stories of my last few days? is my silence sad … or is it resonant of the simplicity of a life well led?

i’m not an every day writer. the words tend to come as a comfort. a personal delve into the reasons why. when i hurt, i write. when i’m confused, i write. when i’m sad, i write. it’s always been that way. for as long as i can remember. my words are needed. and somehow laying them to pen makes everything clear.

sitting here tonight i realized i’ve nothing to say. nothing to write. nothing to heal. nothing is out of place.

life is far from perfect. i certainly don’t have everything i want. but suddenly what i’m lacking feels trivial compared to what i have.

another day is about to come to an end. another miracle enjoyed. and i simply wanted to put my words to the average day of my incredible life.


Entry filed under: life, random.

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