"Write to tell other people your story. To fall back in love with yourself. To explain to the world exactly why you're here. Write to give your life meaning and to fix those imperfections you despise so much. Write as if your life depends on it. As if you're stuck in the cold on a February night and you have to burrow your pen into the ground to start a fire to ensure your survival. That fire will burn the most beautiful shades of ocean blue, and orange that can only be described as fluorescent embers that resemble the specks in your eyes. Write to make it known that this world isn't a hopeless and cold place. That it isn't February all the time, that sometimes it's July. And that fire is just there as an aesthetic, and the fireflies are fluttering, making the field appear as its own constellation. Dipping and diving as if competing for a synchronized swimming team. The sky as dark as a cellar, one in which you have no desire to escape. Sit back and enjoy the peace, serenity and loneliness that is black.
Write because if you don't, you will surely implode, as the thoughts that carry such a heavy burden race and wind throughout your mind, they will have no escape plan. Write so you can love yourself again."
-Unknown
Of Wandering Thoughts and Spilt Ink
AC ROBELLO
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