I have no idea why I'm being led to write these lines.
Writing is like being driven in an unknown direction. I have been feeling for some weeks now that something in my life is changing, even if it is not apparently. I keep doing the same things, yet the "energy" that circulates me is changing. A sleeping part of me has woken up again and I don't really know what to do with it. I just have to follow the flow, I keep trying to remember. If I repeat this sentence constantly to myself, one hour I will understand. It's inevitable.
Writing is like being driven in an unknown direction. I have been feeling for some weeks now that something in my life is changing, even if it is not apparently. I keep doing the same things, yet the "energy" that circulates me is changing. A sleeping part of me has woken up again and I don't really know what to do with it. I just have to follow the flow, I keep trying to remember. If I repeat this sentence constantly to myself, one hour I will understand. It's inevitable.

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