I have always wanted to write… that’s what I used to say to my friends before I even tried understanding why I really wanted to write even a sentence. I argued hour and hours hoping I would come up with something worth revealing about myself or this world where we can find stories as we just sigh our breath. Ok goddamn! I will do it! I said to myself as I began to boot my laptop. There was certain inertia of rest when I finished in three two four lines. Gee my lines suck! It even does not make a foolish sense when I am trying to write something say “smart.” I begin to indulge in the idea that this actually sucks and I should go back, switch on the TV or maybe read a book. Again I begin to flirt with my thoughts. I imagine someone will fall in love with my bullshit and subscribe my future to come magazine. Ha! My ego gets a certain push as I am thinking this. My hands began to move. I feel like words are coming faster than light. I can’t syntax it right. Ok slow down I say. Gee I am not having sex with my own thoughts. Slow down! Don panic. This thought should be right! I should be right! It should come right! yes indeed I can write! Wao… I am shouting inside my lungs. My house is empty. The echo reverberates inside my alveoli. I take a deep breath and say – did I even make any sense???
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