between midterms, french tests, papers and work, writing has had to come to a screeching halt (papers don't count). it's amazing how good it feels to just sit and write. i feel my characters slipping away from me, i feel the man who recites his story to me will soon find someone else to listen-someone who will write down what he says. i need to dedicate "writing-time" where i put away work, school and anything else that I'm working on or that needs working on and just emerge myself in writing. i miss writing.
restrictions hurt. it's like being so hungry you feel sick, and you just need to eat, Need to or, you don't want to think about or. this is what i feel. this unease is what makes my knees bounce in class, what drums my fingers, what watches the clock. i need a second to breath and a millennium to write.
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