the life of a writer
Some days it's like writing letters.
Who do we write for?
We write everywhere, from journals to phone's notes.
What kind of letters will them be?
The simple act of writing it all down while you swirl endlessly from one world to another.
The life of a writer is so rich and full. It may look limited to the ink of the pen, but when you touch it with your eyes, it opens you to sensations, to movement, it brings you to tears. It's magical to be a writer.
We are everywhere, all at once. What are we writing?
Life. One breath at a time.