Bookmark #95

Lately, I haven’t stopped for a second to think, and not stopping for a second to think means the writer inside gets starved of inspiration like fire gets starved of fuel because you see, when you stop, you let things be and when you think, you reflect, and no good words ever came out of motion only progress so I don’t claim these are good words but these build toward something; these words are a message from me to myself to remember to stop for a second, to stop and ask myself one question and one question only, “What’s the hurry?” And so, I take a breath as that question mark ends the sentence that had carried on for way too long. And so, the writer finally gets a moment of his own, ironically so, at the end of a sentence.

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