So here it is. Writing. Itching inside my head, waking me up in the morning, stopping me sleeping at night. Words coming to life like butterflies breaking out of their cocoons. It's as if a switch was thrown.
What's interesting is that I've realised I was holding myself too tight to write. Curled into a ball, a porcupine. And for all my talk of unfurling, the attempts to open up - it wasn't quite happening.
Until now.
Perhaps I was looking in the wrong place for the Unlock button.
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