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I’ve started and restarted so many times, It’s hard to place the words the way I used to, Writing now feels like putting on a retainer I haven’t worn in years. I can get it to work, But I can tell things aren’t lining up the way they used to, I used writing as a way to step back from the flow of my thoughts, to examine them for what they are. I’m out of practice, because my thoughts don’t need stepping away from these days. Because where one muscle has grown weak I’ve spent the last 2 years strengthening a different set, maybe. Might just be rust, might just be a new era.
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Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 9:40 AM UTC
Out Of Practice
I’ve started and restarted so many times, It’s hard to place the words the way I used to, Writing now feels like putting on a retainer I haven’t worn in years. I can get it to work, But I can tell things aren’t lining up the way they used to, I used writing as a way to step back from the flow of my thoughts, to examine them for what they are. I’m out of practice, because my thoughts don’t need stepping away from these days. Because where one muscle has grown weak I’ve spent the last 2 years strengthening a different set, maybe. Might just be rust, might just be a new era.
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Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 9:40 AM UTC
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