how does one even begin to collect random thoughts scampering in and out of one's consciousness? maybe it is not in there that one gathers his juices...
i can faintly remember one definition of literature once read: "a spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions" --- could probably pick up from the E - emotions definitely leave an imprint! they pump those "poke" moments for a pen to start doodling. ever wonder why sometimes a scent brings a memory from the past? not because your nostrils are flared but because it stirs an embedded moment of old. a color-combination could flash a distinct picture from a distant past not because you've laser sharp eyes but again, feelings were stirred up.
putting letters together, forming words, creating ideas, sharing one's self is yet again a catharsis; a purging of deep-seated "scatters" waiting to be unearthed...
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