After incidents like yesterday’s, I always want to imbue.
Characters, story structures, plots, subplots, anything and everything literary I yearn to permeate with my ridiculous struggles.
Why?
Because I want to find a reason for it all. A purpose for the panic that rides my coattails.
How crazy is that?
Or is it simply sad?
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
I’ll take the struggle, it means there’s passion, too. Great post. – tony
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Wow! Thank you. I really needed to hear that. -Chloe
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