This is not who I want to be.
Shackled by numbers never knowing what integer is the right key that will set me free from this numeric prison. Paper forms that require signatures, signatures that require forms, a never ending cycle of administrative chains connected to that prison.
I just want to dream. I want to dream in vivid text, colors filled in by sweeping monologues and jarring dialogue. Conflicts created from trying to find the right words to say -correction- the perfect words to hear.
I don't want to live a life of crunching numbers. I want to live a life of weaving words.
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