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Writing.
One of the hardest things a person could do. But also the closest thing we have to magic, in my opinion.
Words turn to feelings. Thoughts turn into stories, but thinking and writing are always two different things.
If I could write in the way my head works would you be in tears?
Maybe your mind would feel cloudy, and your chest would be tight with panic.
Or maybe you would feel the warm rush of being loved. The happy feeling of my love for family, and food.
The grit in your jaw from anger and frustration.
And maybe you would feel the numbness that shows up occasionally, an aloof floating zone of nothing.
Or the constant pull of worry in the back of your neck. Thinking about things that are almost impossible. Dwelling on the almost part.
I wish I could write the way it felt to be ripped apart by your own mind.
To show what it's like to have a constant string pulling on things you wish you could forget. To be able to write the feeling of being wanted. To be able to read and fully understand what I feel when someone complements me. Or to feel when someone insults me.
To feel the good and the bad mixed around in my head. But not even writing is able to fully capture what goes on in someone else's mind.
