Floating on in a void of time Gazing upon fleeting lives Feeling immortal Worshiped as such But even the light of the sun Must one
Read MoreFloating on in a void of time Gazing upon fleeting lives Feeling immortal Worshiped as such But even the light of the sun Must one
Read MoreI now stand over the anvil of writing sweating, eyes open, hammering away at the sword of words. I heat it in the coals of passion, tinker with the hammer of revision, and cool it in the waters of reflection. I still have a long while to go as I improve my work, but in this case, the journey is just as important as the goal. I am fervent in this business now that I can look beside me and see that writing was my ally all along, not some chore forced upon me by the evolution of man.
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