Remind me to be gentle with my inner expressive, to walk with it, beside it, and not be so hasty to lead and direct it. Remind me that it has a mind of its own, and I'd be better off listening and paying attention to get the best of what it has to offer.
Without planning to do so, I have me words upon words of endless scribblings. I didn't force. I didn't try to lead. I just felt and listened, and the words came. I hope my brain remembers this in the future. *"Feel. Listen. The release will come."*
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Random Experiences - 2022
Non-FictionThis is a random journal of an introverted explorer of experiences.
