No, I can't define writing as breathing. I can only define writing as running. My lungs burning, my stomach grumbling and my muscles complaining. 

Regardless of how much I try, I strain myself in writing too much, like digging a cemented floor with my bare hands. At the same time, writing satisfies me and like my morning running routine, even though I can only make a few, I still make the best of it. 

Starting and ending both running and writing is a struggle, it both drains me to death but in the midst of running/writing, I can feel my senses flowing calmly like a river. 

It hurts every time I try, but then practising a habit improves my capabilities and knowledge. The pain lessens as I practice and I know every breath I take, would lead me to somewhere better.

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My name is Vortex.