even now - these words seemingly composed with planning, a theme playing through mind to fingers typing. Yet still it's a mystery in what comes to me, each word a spontaneous appearance, inspiration gifted to an empty page.
I have no idea where these words, thoughts, ideas, come from - in daily conversations, to moments dedicated to writing, everything happens on its own.
only after their appearance do I claim myself as
author - knowing fully well that it
isn't really so.
~
Peace,
Eric
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