I've been experiencing word diarrhoea the past few nights - all of which are documented in my trusty little notepad resting beside me as I sleep. Mulling things over during the night and can't sleep? Switch on the torch on the phone and start scribbling away. It's quite a different experience, writing scraggly on the paper, compared to the sophisticated click clack of the keyboard. I'm loving it.
Anyways, something I'd written without thinking...
"Sometimes, giving up is freedom".
Now...think about this.
If giving up = freedom,
is freedom = giving up?
...Food for thought.
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