I've always enjoyed writing poetry. For me, poetry comes easily. I'd be writing away without even thinking twice, and my English teacher would come around to see what I'd done. I'd poop out words that somehow would thread together seamlessly. Not all of them were great, but they all had a flow to them.
Today, I got to do what I love best! Write. I was to write a single line of poetry, to be put in a huge collective poem. I was given a starting point: the first line. I know this may seem like a bad idea, but I completely disregarded it. I trusted that somehow my little donation to the endless poem would fit in like a puzzle piece.
For the first time in a while, I struggled with the words. I have a love-hate relationship with writing to begin with, but today I couldn't seem to make the words flow like the usually did. Even if it was absolute crap.
Only when I sat down here, at my computer desk, did I finally find some inspiration. So here goes my single line of poetry:
In the restless hour of midnight did I finally feel myself cracking as we shared the thoughts that had been aging like wine inside our chests.
I know. It's not the best, but it felt right. The feeling of contributing to something so far greater than myself is what I loved.
Ciao, guys! And this little project for today has inspired me to do something later on with my subscribers on YouTube. Be on the lookout.
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