A Beginning… Maybe?

I imagine every writer should be able to relate…

Lost Train of Thought

There was a time when I couldn’t go a day without writing. When I carried around in my wallet, papers folded at least four times over, each little individual face littered with barely legible scribbles with no direct connection to the next, other than the fact they were all in the same chicken-scratch handwriting.
Oh! What simpler times!
When I continually lost focus in the stifling heat of the poorly ventilated chemistry lab; content with the fact that I’d never balance enough equations to consider attempting to pursue a career which had it as a requirement. Feigning off sleep, brought on by the uncomfortable helping of posho and beans now settling in, in concert with the blistering afternoon heat, it was impossible to pay attention to something I barely had an interest in.
So, I wrote.
Fictitious tales of adventure, random thoughts, rudimentary attempts at feeble hip-hop verses, sometimes other…

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