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Colin Sweeney's avatar

As someone who hasn’t gotten it together to publish a Substack piece since 2021, I feel my best writing lately has been on postcards. The ideas provoked by the image on the front mix with my feelings for the intended recipient until the terror of having to fill the blank space is replaced with a frustration that there isn’t a few more vertical millimeters to fit another line. By the end, I rarely have the space to sign off with “Love”, a ❤️ is all I can squeeze.

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Hating myself. Hating the blank page and the fact that I cannot conjure three words together to form a sentence. The fear that the idea, the beauty, the glimmer I can sense will never be formed into words.

It stays beautiful if it stays in my head and glimmers. On paper, what if it doesn't glimmer anymore, so why risk it.

so I Get up. Make myself coffee. Depending on the mood fall into a bit of self loathing.

Pick something to read.

and then, like you said, ' The words always come back'.

And hey,

they glimmer.

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