Free Play
Open the book. I could take the words and let them settle around me like a shield.
I was 23 or 24 years-old. Reading in earnest. I remember reading like it was the key to unlocking my hidden potential for creativity, for understanding the universe, for love. I dreamed of writing brilliant songs, writing books, painting masterpieces, and being loved by my boyfriend. I saw myself in the ether with music and poetry; free flow like liquid, like mist.
I was so young.
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