Writer's Block: First Things First

[victorianpirate]

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A younger me might've said beauty.

Every word I ever wrote was in pursuit of it; everyone I ever loved was the personification of it. I saw it where no one else did and believed in it where others thought it impossible. My peers were obsessed with the surface of it. I felt it behind everything, blood through the veins of the world, everything glowing with darkness and light. Everything connected by it.

Beauty isn't the word for it, of course. I just didn't know what else to call it. Still don't, I guess... but we'll call it magic, because that's what it feels like. I was in love with the magic of this whole crazy world. I fell in love with people who could see it too.

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[inkandalchemy.livejournal.com]

YES. Yes yes yes. It's that "aliveness" I mean - sometimes inanimate things have it, and sometimes living breathing humans don't. It makes things shine on my mental map of the world. There isn't a word for it really, not a proper one, but beauty and magic and life and humanity are all pieces of it.

Thank you for seeing what I was trying to say, sweetling. :) *hugs tight*