26.07.16
Dear July,
I can hardly believe that the month is nearly. Time is like quicksand, slipping through my fingers as I desperately try to delay the inevitable.
I feel as though there will never be enough time, worries press on my mind and claim precious seconds from my days.
I wish there were a way I could live suspended between moments, just so that I could catch my breath. It's so exhausting-I don't know how people can live like this. But at least I still have my writing-I think this is a time capsule, of sorts; time does not seem to move when I write, though it is quick to catch up when I leave the lands of my mind and return to reality. And in the years to come I can look back on what I wrote and remember how I felt then.
I wish I could write all day long. To write is "one of the keenest pleasures I have ever known." If you were to ask me what I believe is the most important thing any writer can do, it is to simply write. Everyone must begin somewhere, and a pen is a very good place. Write until the words pour out of you like a second nature, until you cannot help but write about anything and everything. Write when you are happy and when you are sad, when you are lonely and when you inspired. "The beautiful thing about writing is that you don't have to get it right the first time, unlike say, a brain surgeon" (Robert Cormier). Writing doesn't have to be perfect, it just needs words. And there are plenty of words in the world.
Until Tomorrow,
E xx
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Dear July
Non-FictionA poem? A letter? A time capsual? This project is somehwere in between. Inside you'll find the somewhat crytpic but mostly honest musings of a writer, artist and coffee adict. -- These letters are part of a long-term time-capsual project and are u...
