Type. Type. Backspace. Backspace. Repeat.
Dearest internet, The love/hate relationship I have with you is astounding. You provide me with all the information I'd ever need & yet you still manage to hurt my feelings. When I need you, you aren't there. Sometimes, there is no connection happening. I thought I could rely on you.
I scribbled words all over my body this morning in an attempt to remember the brain storm. I still haven't learned not to write on body parts I frequently wash. All that's left of my creative spurt are a couple of illegible lines here & there.
I wait patiently for my shift to start. Five hours surrounded by books on topics I can't even fathom. More interesting than you can imagine. More confusing than I'd ever expect.
This is a beautiful place with amazing people. Within these walls are secrets. If you listen closely, they'll speak to you.
You think I'm cracked, don't you? Stay tuned.
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