Talking to Myself

That is what writing is to me. I look at the world from inside my head, observe what's going on around me, near and far, and I write it down. It's as simple as that. Well, maybe not that simple. Sometimes I sit for hours and I don't say a thing. Nothing. It's as if my head is empty. I see things, but they don't register. And that's okay. Not every thought needs to be written. It's like separating the grain from the chaff. Most of the time the pile of chaff is greater than the pile of grain, or maybe there's no grain at all. And that's okay too. As long as I talk to myself, I know I'm here. Are you?

PVA

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