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How do you begin to create a narrative for moments that cannot be summed up in five or six lines unlike what I have done previously?
Should I start from the beginning? And towards what end shall I realize that less had been told or too much had been said?
It is however, lonely and comforting to know, that nothing has changed since I have decided to create this blog. Here we are in the middle of the night, everyone fast asleep as their dreams burst into life and they are kissed by the darkness and lulled into the land they imagined.
While here I am, still writing and using words that I know longer identify as my own. In the body and in the life of a woman far from who I thought I was years ago.
And yet somehow, familiarity makes me feel the same. This air-conditioned room doesn't do away with the fact that I do need nicotine in my system.
Some things never change. So much for development.
When the time comes, I would love to write stories again. Stories that make you bare your soul to others who seem to see their stories and share their emotions through your lenses. To create phrases and lines that cut through the embers of one's inner being once again is an experience to come back to. Oh, if only I can do that once more.
The time will come again. I am sure. I promise.
--S
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