Jan 10
3 min read
When the Words Flee, I Think of You
There’s no going back.
I feel like I’m standing in the no-fire zone of a battlefield. On one end is the creative life I hope to lead for myself — and on the other end is you, standing there and reminding me of where I started.
Would I crave the words so much if you hadn’t goaded me on so much in the beginning? Would I still pursue this journey of a thousand…
