IN the early morning, I drag myself out of bed with the sound of my conscious telling me, “It’s time to write.” It’s become such a habit, that I feel I’ve become an addict. But there are much worse addictions to have.
Chanpheng
Write sentences spilling from my pencil, curvy cursive and thin handwriting upright, on post-its, on notebooks with doodles and characters in the margins
his fingers flew across the keyboard as the thoughts spilled from his brain. he had always been better at writing his thoughts than speaking them. maybe that was why his last relationship ended the way it did. in the kitchen over two glasses of wine, the words left unspoken in his head circling like sharks.
IN the early morning, I drag myself out of bed with the sound of my conscious telling me, “It’s time to write.” It’s become such a habit, that I feel I’ve become an addict. But there are much worse addictions to have.
Write sentences spilling from my pencil, curvy cursive and thin handwriting upright, on post-its, on notebooks with doodles and characters in the margins
his fingers flew across the keyboard as the thoughts spilled from his brain. he had always been better at writing his thoughts than speaking them. maybe that was why his last relationship ended the way it did. in the kitchen over two glasses of wine, the words left unspoken in his head circling like sharks.