I long for ideas overflowing my mind, indulgence, imagination, excess. I dream of endless days outdoors with a keyboard beneath my fingertips, pounding out stories of love and adventure and mystery and enlightenment. I yearn to breathe someone else's life through my lungs, to hear their story in my ears, to see their world through my eyes.
These are the bread and water to my body, the light and dark for my soul.
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