I often have no idea what to say,
But SOMETHING is needed
I think of all the emptiness and words in my way,
My cold feet,
My cloudy mind and heavy head
I act as a receptical,
A dictograph, without hearing
With a handle on a single phrase
Unfurled
Bit by bit
Is a message,
a light
Or a relief
And my compass of a mind
Can now rest
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty
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