Words Are Sound, Words Are Loud, Words Are Avery, No. 3

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I sometimes get lost and instead of using my map for directions, I use it to write stories. I know that this doesn’t help me get home, but it makes me feel a little better; it erases some of the paranoia and the fear that is within myself.

I will just pull my car over to the side of the road, pull out a pen and a map, and begin. I really get after it, too. The words travel up and down the roads, across rivers, and through the woods. Over mountains they fly and across oceans they glide; ancient cities are built and modern cities rebuilt. I put the pen down, smoke a cigarette, and get back on the road.
I will usually find my way home now, having answered whatever was pestering me subconsciously through my writing. My parents ask “where have you been?” and I respond “I took a trip” and they understand without asking anything else.
I have a collection of maps in my underwear drawer and sometimes I burn them just to make the stories feel more important than they are.

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Words Are Sound, Words Are Loud, Words Are Avery, No. 3
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I sometimes get lost and instead of using my map for directions, I use it to write stories. I know that this doesn’t help me get home, but it makes me feel a little better; it erases some of the paranoia and the fear that is within myself.
I will just pull my car over to the side of the road, pull out a pen and a map, and begin. I really get after it, too. The words travel up and down the roads, across rivers, and through the woods. Over mountains they fly and across oceans they glide; ancient cities are built and modern cities rebuilt. I put the pen down, smoke a cigarette, and get back on the road.
I will usually find my way home now, having answered whatever was pestering me subconsciously through my writing. My parents ask “where have you been?” and I respond “I took a trip” and they understand without asking anything else.
I have a collection of maps in my underwear drawer and sometimes I burn them just to make the stories feel more important than they are.

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