I recently finished reading, “A Flare from Deep in the Forest” by Holly Harden. This brief essay spoke to me, moved me, and inspired me. Below is my free-write response.
I write because I can’t sing.
I write because I listen to the words as I put them on the paper.
I write because I feel the music of nature.
I write because I am the emotion.
I carry the emotion in my mind, my heart, in my eyes.
I write because it connects me to a life I cannot express, to a world which doesn’t listen, to a body that is growing old.
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