When you pick up that pen,
And your emotions unwind.
Every noise turns to whisper, 
Every pain turns into ink.

Don't try to understand it, just do it.
When the storm calms, make it a beautiful reflection.

Surreal Storyteller
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If you are speaking in terms of stream of concious writing, I find that is one of the purest forms of the written words. I find myself in trance when just letting the words flow unencumbered of reason and so vulnerable. It's one of the most freeing feelings and so utterly beautiful.