When I write my head is clear. Only focusing on the words. Which words would sound better? Could I rephrase it? My mind is continuously scanning the work to find new connotations, because words are subjective. Such as the word: pumpkin. To me, pumpkin isn't just the fruit. It's the sound of my daddy's raspy voice in my ears as my arms are pressed into him. Writing is the closest we will get to being inside someone's mind, to obtaining a piece of their essence.
With love,
Aria Morá
- In bed reading
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Ascension of the Earth
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When she was found by villagers nestled in the branches of a great white oak tree, she was treated as relic...