I was trapped in a car for days with the family. It wasn't so bad, but I felt creative the entire ride, crossing state boarders and smelling weather changes. All I wanted to do was write. And alas I was trapped with no outlet for the words swimming through my veins.
I regret it now, because there is nothing left of those thoughts. They are long gone, littered among the state lines and left in the warmth that isn't induced by a wood stove.
I am sure they are happier there. And who knows, maybe I will come across them on the journey home. But for the time being I am left voiceless.
So I will discontinue this attempt at reviving those thoughts.
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