Thinking in Ink

The greatest problem to ire anyone unfortunate enough to fancy themselves a writer, in my humble – yet often magnanimously delusional – opinion, is the curse of memory. Casting away and discarding dark thoughts one word at a time, only to forever cement the decay of wonder that is confined within our skulls. Found, never lost, and deep down just as pristine as the day they were birthed even if guarded by the watchful mist of the night. 

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