Make a new one.

I was working on a long piece. I thought it was fantastic. When I went to save it, the worst disappeared. Most of them, were lost.

For writer, this is agony. I didn’t waste time getting angry. I cannot reproduce the words. So I made up new ones. Who knows? Maybe, the new words were better words. Maybe, those new words, what have a greater effect. I know, make it a new piece, has made a great affect on me.

Before, I would have wasted time, having a fit about what was lost. Instead, I used the time, to create a new piece. A new part of me. Open, for the whole world to see. I am satisfied.

I’m supposed to be resting today. My try, just won’t let me. My try, is used to try. My dreams, just won’t let me be. They are yearning, to be free. God, please help me to set them free. I don’t know how. I don’t know what to do with these words. I just know these words are remaking me hopefully, they are helping others. I don’t know. So, I write.

Today, I’m trying to make a new me, I guess. Too tired to know.

Trying to still,

Cassandra

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