I knew how much I needed to write.
To hold on to one thought.
To get it down on paper.
To review it.
To rewrite it.
To reinvent a part of myself in the process.
To eventually share it.
To just break free and write.
Sometimes I get carried away.
When I feel like the writing should be better.
That it could be better.
That it would be better if only I had more time.
But I have no more time.
Neither do you.
Don't be blind to the illusion of time.
Sometimes I awake to find that I write just to stop time.
Even for a second.