When the words don’t come.
The output becomes drivel.
And the discards grow.
-aaa
Discarded Thoughts
Anthony’s Crazy Love and Life Lessons in Empathy
Loves, lamentation, and life through prose, stories, passions, and essays.
When the words don’t come.
The output becomes drivel.
And the discards grow.
-aaa
Anthony’s Crazy Love and Life Lessons in Empathy 
I can sure relate to this!
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Thank you 😊
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I bin them. I’m making an effort to post every day. I try not to edit it to death. Poetry works. Word restriction is a blessing as is Rhyme.
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But the discards become art and a picture paints a thousand words.
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True I often rework my discards into new art when I revisit them later on.
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