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When I'm writing...
It's like a small dark room with four walls and four corners. It's scary sometimes, but we all know there is nothing in the dark. But most of the time you feel cosy and comfortable. You know, that there is this steady floor underfoot and high ceiling that you don't see. This room is full of you and actually it's the only thing you need. But there is a time, when you understand, this room is all you have. The walls are rough, the floor are cold and you can reach every corner with your hand. That maybe scary, but it's not in fact. It's just it. Walls. And limits.
Am I talking nonsense? 'cause I think I am *lol*
It's like a small dark room with four walls and four corners. It's scary sometimes, but we all know there is nothing in the dark. But most of the time you feel cosy and comfortable. You know, that there is this steady floor underfoot and high ceiling that you don't see. This room is full of you and actually it's the only thing you need. But there is a time, when you understand, this room is all you have. The walls are rough, the floor are cold and you can reach every corner with your hand. That maybe scary, but it's not in fact. It's just it. Walls. And limits.
Am I talking nonsense? 'cause I think I am *lol*