Challenge
Challenge of the Week CLXXIII
The Antidote. To what? Anxiety perhaps. Or loneliness. Or some other poison. Write about an antidote. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
It has been so long since I last wrote a piece. I miss this- sitting on my keyboard and writing something. It doesnt have to make sense, does it?
Not everything needs to make sense. Im just writing, as an antidote to the dormant vocabulary I have from the long break. Just trying to sharpen my mind. Trying to take a break from things that make sense. They tire me.
Writing doesnt tire me. I could just go on and on and not care whether this will be read by many. Or if this one is even a good piece. It doesnt have to be.
Sometimes we just write without meaning anything. Just trying to unjumble your knotted thoughts. Its nice to be able to say what you think without having to think about it. Like a story so well done, you read it till the end.
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