(Disclaimer: while seemingly unrelated to leimay's rehearsal process, I felt this post belonged here, next to all the others)

There’s something so

tragically selfish

about writing—

To be kept away from the

distractions

of day to day,

Content with the isolation

needed to draw out what

lies beneath.

 

How arrogant

of one to think that

solitude could lead to

greatness!  That the things…

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