To write...what?
I keep opening this blank page and up until the moment that I do tens of thousands of thoughts, ideas, feelings, dreams, and nightmares scream inside my head.
I can’t get one of them out.
Content.
Discontent.
Deciding.
Indecision.
Peace.
Disruption.
Awake.
Tired.
So very tired.
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"I was a free man in Paris, I felt unfettered and alive. There was nobody calling me up for favours and no ones future to decide. You know I'd go back there tomorrow but for the work I've taken on stoking the star maker machinery behind the popular song". (J.Mitchell)
