A Cluttered Basement

The invitation arrived on my first Steemit account: "Never ending - Good thoughts only." It was for a community striving for quality, perfection. I almost ignored it. What's the point? I thought. I'm called chaotic, and my mind is a cluttered attic and basement, full of knowledge, fantasies, and a story I never told....

But I followed the link. It was food for thought.

The prompt was simple: "We write or not..."

I thought about my story. The grief, the resilience, the abuse, and the lesson of not trusting, not offering help. It wasn't a good idea although it was life and reality. Typing it would shatter illusions.

The silence waited. How to break it?

We write or not.

I started typing. The sky didn't fall. I wasn't writing for an algorithm or a shameless Steem. I wrote for those like me, who might need to remind themselves that a neverending, good thoughts only is simply a kind of prison. And that it's not about perfection, but about the telling itself.

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Prompts: 7 - see CCC / @hive-166850}