i wish i wrote the way i thought; obsessively,
incessantly,
with maddening hunger.
i'd write to the point of suffocation.
i'd write myself into nervous breakdowns,
manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
and i'd write about you, a lot more than i should.

- benedict smith, i wish i wrote the way i thought

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