Thoughts

Writing process

As I sit down in front of my computer,

 I can only vomit.

All those uncanny feelings, that weren’t properly digested throughout the day, silently collide with my most rational thoughts.

I finally expell my soul.

I throw up written words that only make sense as they come out in defense. In defense of my own wellbeing, In defense of my own scary bleeding.

 Absolution, liberation, emancipation.

Freedom.

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