Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace
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I’ve always been a writer, and most of the time I have no choice but to write. The words and feelings migrate up and need to spill out of my head and onto the keyboard or else I pace restlessly or can’t sleep. There are two times in my life when I stopped writing altogether, during the slog of residency and the second and third year of the pandemic.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in…
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace
I’ve always been a writer, and most of the time I have no choice but to write. The words and feelings migrate up and need to spill out of my head and onto the keyboard or else I pace restlessly or can’t sleep. There are two times in my life when I stopped writing altogether, during the slog of residency and the second and third year of the pandemic.