I Miss Writing

That’s all. I just miss it.

I miss having it as part of my identity, even though I kept it mostly secret.

I miss juggling words, even though I dropped so many.

I miss looking at the world, at my life, and wondering what shape it would take on the page today.

I miss feeling that maybe I don’t totally suck after all.

I just miss it.

That’s all.

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