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  • Writer's pictureNemi

Here I Sit....

IF you've paid any attention to my words, over the course of the last, I don't know, six years or so, you'll notice that I often allude to things which cause you, the reader, to question where I'm heading. There are far too many times, I want to type about feelings, dreams, heartache, and moments of loneliness.

As a child, I used to chase the wind, squirrels, and the sun; as an adult, I chase a quiet mind. Today, I read that feelings can lead to emptiness. It's strange to think, HERE I SIT feeling empty within a space of creativity and hats, there are so many hats within this space. Perhaps I should wear a different one tomorrow, one which will shield me from the sun.

I need to write something special...

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