It doesn’t stop.
I never quit thinking about it.
I have no idea what I did with my spare time before.
One thing is for sure...
I. Was. Bored.
I am enjoying it so much...
I feel guilty about it!
Isn’t that ridiculous?
But I do, because
I am absorbed when I am at it.
The time I spend,
Just flies by.
I eat up hours.
But live, really live through every minute.
If I wake in the night,
I start thinking about it.
I want to go work on it.
Mornings don’t come quick enough.
I get up extra early,
So I can have the time.
It is never enough.
I force myself to other tasks.
I get them done as quickly as I can,
So I can return to it.
Often I leave a task mid completion
My thoughts are unable to stay focused on anything else.
I find myself working away
Wondering when I returned to the computer.
It is writing that holds me hostage.
It is writing that gives my time purpose.
It is writing that gives me great enjoyment.
No one else understands my new passion.
It doesn’t matter.
It is mine.
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