I love words, writing, scrawling, typing
I love the scritch of the pen and click of the keyboard
I adore the smell of new paper and smudged pencil
More than anything else I do, I write

I write for school, at home, on the bus
I write notes for courses, papers, essays
I scrawl until my hand is sore and my fingers ache
And still, more than anything, I write

I stay up late to write papers for the notes I take
I balance a book on my knee to scribble thoughts in the margins
I write at work, describing rocks and why they're special
I want, more than anything, to write

I want to feel the words in my mind flow down my fingers
I want to see the stories in my head take shape on paper and computer screen
I think all the time, feeling the words and shaping the story
But for this writing, more than anything
I want time

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