Chaos to my writing is what careful dedication, soil, and water are to a seed. I thrive and grow within the increasingly stifling limits of strife until I'm able to cast a shadow over it. But there some days where resting within a rut is preferable because ground already traversed is a space too cliché for chaos to reign but not silence and peace.
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A pause for a cause. Got a think drink. Pen and paper will move in right direction take hold like the seed and root, scroll profoundly.
Fantastic, Daniel — really strikes a particular chord with where my head is at right now.