Relationship with words

 

I’m trying to sleep.

Now FUCK OFF

and leave me alone!

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Wait, wait please come back.

That’s my hourly conversation with words or something along those lines.

I have a seriously dysfunctional relationship with words. A love hate relationship.

Psychotic even….

Picture War of the Roses. That’s me and words.

One minute I’d be pandering to them, begging and pleading for some light and the next I just want them to go away. The influx is too much.

Notebooks of all sizes. One that even slips unassumingly into my back pocket like a mini gun a woman slips into her garter.

Large ones as big as my appetite for words.

Medium ones, just enough to show people I am writing something but small enough to look like a work diary.

On the phone jotter app

On the phone notepad app

The PC that is always on.

Calligraphy pens and paper/books.

Only thing I am missing is a typewriter. Gotsta get me a typey

Are you as addicted as I am?

-W.E.