Why do I write?
Posted on November 5, 2022
The Slave Gate
Why do I write?
Writing is a form of playing an instrument.
Absently, plinking away on a guitar. Plucking at a violin.
Except when you scribble-write? You are gently testing the lute strings of your heart.
Soaring away, in your mind. Leaving the Harsh, False, Plastic Reality that ‘they’ methodically dish up, every day? Far, far behind.
When I scribble, absently? I go far away. Sometimes my fingers tap away, in another Space-Time dimension.
But I am standing, alone, on a cliff top, windswept. Gazing out to sea.
Peering, apprehensively, out of the Slave Gate.
Wondering.
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