Writing is like bike riding.
no, not because once you do it, you always know how.
Mostly it is for the simple reason that you will always find more adventure by yourself,
in the middle of a trail that you didn't know existed.
And if you were biking with someone else they would either be too afraid to go on, or they would be leading. It would not be your bones, it would be something else.
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Separate thought.
We just painted our dining room in a really cool bright aqua blue and a yellowish creme. It's pretty far out and it looks good, but my whole house is set apart.
It reminds me of when i saw a literal wrecking-ball going through the side of my old house. We demolished that old rusty red house to make way for the new one.
I was sitting in the backseat of my moms car with a cookie and a hot chocolate that we got from the Holiday gas station. I just remember that feeling of being totally dismembered but being totally okay with it, and being more than happy with my cup of boiling hot lava hot chocolate and chocolate chip cookie.
And that's how i feel now.
I feel like a child, with some new sense of adventure.
And I don't want to lose it by choosing to live in the same way I have been.
End Of Transmission.
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