Maybe sometimes I should think about what I want to write before I start writing. But it seems when I do that, the writing is never as good. Sometimes it is best to just let the thoughts flow.
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I write this as I shake my fist in fever because I do not know which words to choose. I do not know how to use the thoughts in my head to make art. Maybe if I could pull my head apart I could articulate to you all the things I would like to share. And maybe I am just bare, bare of good thoughts. Maybe I could bare my soul and tell you about the hole in my heart that is my brother. Maybe I could explain the pain I feel that he is gone. I could tell you that even though I know he is with God, I am angry he is gone. I would like for a new world to dawn. One in which he is still here.
But I don't really want to write about that,I do not want to write about anything. I want the words to write me and set me free from these webs in my head.
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