late night thoughts
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“✏️ Maybe Writing Is Just Another Way of Drawing”
For years I wondered what writing would eventually do for me. One late night, I realized I had been asking the wrong question. Maybe writing isn’t about becoming something. Maybe it’s simply another way of drawing—only now, the pencil is made of words. Continue reading
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“Tap, Tap, Drip, Drip”
A rainy night, a cough that won’t quit, a doctor who told me my liver sucks — and still, I sit here writing. I guess some nights the only medicine I have is the sound of rain and the words I put down. Continue reading
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“Fuck the Routine”
I’m sitting here again — watching TV, typing, half-listening to Shawn Ryan talk about leaks and influencer payouts meant to steer Americans in different directions. Could it be true? Maybe. Who knows. It’s fun to wonder. Simba’s behind me, stretched across my headrest, waiting for our nightly walk — patient as ever, wearing his little… Continue reading