Ariana Witt
Sometimes I say things; profess things; relate to, sympathize with, analyze things. Sometimes I write things. But mostly, I mumble.
I’m going to write.
Written about writing. Meta. I'm going to write. Because my heart is starved for mention; my mind - uncluttered by meticulous literary algorithms. My thoughts, mechanical and words lacking lust for life's poisonous plight. I write. For the countless things I've left unspoken -- biting the tip of my tongue until the satiety of ruby overwhelms the very 'self' it pools from. Write the wrongs I've silenced to the uproar of firm hypocrisy; the clarity content to fester within me.Ariana Witt1 min read