Writing:
As Catharsis. As Righting the wrong and Writing the Wrong. The sound of
the nib rubbing and struggling on a virgin sheet. Even the tiki-taka of
fingers on the laptop keys, the pitter-patter of the rains. Reigning on
uncharted, unclaimed New Lands- Inscribing chronicles of pain, fear,
happiness, victory. The sheer pain of living and the joy at the prospect
of dying. Words, the armor of the soul, the weapon, the crown, the
parting letter all brought together in a harmony reminiscent of a solar
eclipse.
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