Full year of daily poetry, done. This whole thing started on a licorice shot flavoured night, tiptoeing around the house at 2 a.m. Something was set in motion and I needed to write, and I wrote, but in English. Something I've struggled with, thinking I don't have the vocabulary, or fancy sentence structures or lyrical abilites to pull it off. I decided to just write something. Anything. I wrote three pieces and let a dear friend read them. "Are these any good?". I didn't plan to keep writing for a year, daily. I just kept going and along the way I was given a challenge: do a full year. So I did, and what a year it's been. I've played with words, I've written painful things, joyful things, mischievous things, things I haven't dared say out loud. I've changed, I've grown, I've learned things about myself and others, I've formed real, meaningful connections and received unexpected support. I'm not sure exactly where I'm headed, but there are ideas, plans brewing. I don't know if I'll post daily, weekly, whenever. But here starts year two.
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