Old Sweating Self

R. Charlamayne
Nov 4 · 14 min read

~ Inaugural Composition written Sunday, November 3, 2019; 12:38 a.m. ~

My Old Sweating Self . . . I wake up drenched once again. Waking up drenched in sweat has become my pattern during this season of my life. I therefore determine to get up and write something comforting, and possibly achieve a cooling effect.

What do I write, then? Well, I write of dreams that I have, usually. This morning, I write about the last dream I had before I suddenly woke up. I dreamt that I was trying to convince some random person that I am an actual writer even though I don’t really publish…

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R. Charlamayne

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If I raise my hand, you’d best believe I have something to say. I write to embolden “the self” to stand up, to emerge. — R. Charlamayne

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