Haze

Writing is simple.
I don’t think.
I bleed…
I type,
I heal. 
A little…
I forget my name,
When I write.
I freeze,
I fly,
I ache.
A beautiful pain.
A path to my heaven.
A path to my hell.
Both take me where I need to go.

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