A writer's journey

At 5 AM I awoke, I looked at the curtains Being swaddled by the Wind, my old cup of tea is now laying cold on my bedside table, the glass of water that Used to be cold is Now unwanted, I can't hear anything but the wind, the thing that I want to travel within, the thing that is full of Stories and words of people I admire.....

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A writers journey through life, each chapter gives you a taste of the emotions that goes through them while writing a piece.