Do you know what I love about writing? That even after the day my bones rot and my ashes whither away into the dirt, my writing will still be right there. On loose leaf, blank sheets of paper, on cards, stationaries, in that little black journal with golden edged sheets, and on this blog. And if one day I make it as a professional, in books. It will be there. At some point the generations after me may come across it, and they will read. For that brief moment it will be like I’m alive as someone else is taking in ounce by ounce the emotions of my once beating heart. Everyone I’ve ever loved, even those who I despised. They’ll live too. It’ll be like we never died. Or that we did, just a part of us was left behind.

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