This is another post similar to the last one; somewhere between thought/diary entry/very very short story. Maybe there is a name for this style of writing, if there isn’t maybe it might catch on…
It is in the darkness and peace of night that my creativity flows. In this mysterious void, that thoughts mingle with stories and ideas and flood out in a terrific yet horrific amalgamation of words on a page. It is a time where I come in contact with myself and ponder; over the day, the world, everything. With reality so easily distorted in the night there is time to stop and think. With borders of realiy blurred and bent we can step further into our minds – maybe to places we don’t want to go – and see what normally cannot be seen. Darkness is inspiration too, not only content for creativity. But then…everything is inspiration.
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