My first assignment for a creative writing class had me expanding on a concept by Rilke: "If you can live without writing, you shouldn't write at all."
Came up with zis.
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I saw a little girl with pigtails writing on my desk one night. She was scribbling with a pencil in a little green notebook.
“What are you writing?” I asked her.
“Things I like writing about.” She told me.
I shrugged, and left.
I saw her again the night after, still scribbling in her little green notebook, with occasional pauses and stares at the ceiling, as if she were thinking deeply.
“Why are you writing?” I ask her.
She doesn’t answer at once.
She looks at me, and looks hard.
“Because I can’t exist unless I do.”
I agreed.
I set down my pencil, and closed my green notebook.
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Points to people who get it.