Morning pages.

The works I write pour out of me.
Filling the pages with my explanations, worries and fears.
I am filled with static.
Fuzzy and buzzing.
My mind feels wavy, and lost.

The writing calms. The writing turns the volume down. The writing fills the pages, and frees my mind.
My morning pages.

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