Writing, Whispering, Waiting


I’m at that place where I cannot give voice to the words that ache to emerge, I cannot breathe, I cannot move, I cannot express anything except that I am waiting to write again. The real stuff.

Oh, and have I ever mentioned how much I disdain whisperers’ whispers and whispering?

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