Writing is

The Albatros that follows me around

Potentially for the entrity of my life

Where every time I think I finish a story

Another plot crops up

Another character

Another scene

Meaning I just write and write and write and so on and on and on until  the day I die leaving millions of words behind

Cursing generations of my kin to pick up the pen in a attempt to add to, or finish, or make sense of my work

One day a chosen one might be born to stop the cycle

Maybe many many eons from now

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