The Words Have Life

I write in the quiet darkness of the bedroom.  I write without the distractions of the day or of daily living.  I write to release and create.

The words have life.  The sounds of the words are music.  I can hear them in my head.  How is that?  They have their own rhythm and cadence.  I can feel it.

The paper inspires by the texture against the pen.  The sensation as I write is important to the creation.  Not sure why.  It is part of the equation.  Do I really need to question why?

If I write using a computer and keyboard, the physical stimulus is different.  It is the sound of the keys as I strike them.   It is the appearance of the words and sentences on the screen, as they take on a life of their own.  It is the spoken word, unspoken.

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Just a small animal vet trying to live her yoga.
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