Sometimes it becomes too much.
For someone like me, with so much racing through my brain and into the creative mind that I can barely breath because it feels like thoughts just keep flowing out of my head in this endless wave of music, or a dance.
It becomes overwhelming.
It's a lot of pressure to come up with the perfect sentence.
Every sentence must hold a certain meaning, must have character, must stick to your mind like a melody, like the beats of a song that hold the music together.
A sentence should be bold, but at the same time mellow, a daring lullaby that comforts you to sleep, while also rushing life back into your soul.
It should speak your language, with beats that match the rhythm of your heart, beats that make you live and breath and see and feel in new and different ways.
All good words, sentences, paragraphs, stories, and literature do this.
It is never too much to be completely in love with a sentence.
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Slgtlyscatt3red
Slightly scattered. Just a woman with autism and ADHD that loves to write poetry, create art, and sing.
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Love this one! Keep up the good work.
Kill your darlings (look that phrase up, or look up that phrase)