As I type in this title, all I can think about is take me back!
Take me back to a time my thoughts did not need ink to flow inebriated, when it just flowed down in a rush like a broken faucet.
Take me back to the time of deep depths and bottomless wells. where my words would race down on paper leaving me baffled as to their origin.
I wanna swim the un-clogged pipe where my poetry stroked and backstroke(d) diving unhinged and unapologetic into the minds of those who dared to read my nakedness.
Take me to a time where I cared so much about not caring what you thought of my broken silence, where my words were unashamed and fiercely present.
I miss the intimate sharing
the mind sharpening
The exposing of souls through more than ”just words”.
Take me back.
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Third Culture Wife. 