a daily journal, of sorts

Friday, October 22

Natural Mystic

There's a natural mystic blowing through the air;
If you listen carefully now you will hear.
- Bob Marley


Don't tell me there is no God. For weeks now I have been absorbed, consumed, by the need to write. Words drip off my fingertips onto a molten keyboard, and left alone for the world to interpret they harden into something permanent. As I return to, and inspect, these miniature monuments to creativity, I recognize that the words were never fully mine but were given.




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