Stumped by Aidan McGee I can feel the words climbing up my throat, letters darting through my mind, if I squint I can almost see their formation. My fingers twitch and hover with anticipation. My eyes feel hollow to the world around, and the blank page I face grows closer, almost impeding my vision. I use all my energy; I try to move the words through my body and into existence. Should I write what I think? Because what I think is not eloquent enough. Should I write what I feel? But my vocabulary is not equipped. Should I write what I know? When I don’t know much. Can I write what I feel if I do not feel enough… I feel momentarily, miniscule, not monumentally.
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