Into The Wild

Our story can’t be written without prudence, it cannot survive the downfall, it cannot be justified. It is a book meant to be cloistered away in complete obscurity. There is no victory in this narrative, no tragic ending, no celebrated hero, only profound grief and anguish.
I am a writer. You are my oblivious subject.
A glimpse of your restless world gives me a new life, no matter how turbulent your emotions are.

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  1. “I am a writer. You are my oblivious subject.” ~ Haha, this is spot on! Too many times, the things we write are about the very people in our social circle, and they have no idea how many words we’ve poured out that were triggered/inspired by them. Nice work!

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