To sink would be contagious

To sink my thougths would be a sublime raw confession

Of tender loving and emotional funky depression of spaces and elation.

In space water is found, yet in different states of immersion,

On Earth we are one big humanity, starting to lose our devotion to reversion.

Where is all the bounty of goodness divine, spreading kindness

And teaching through marvelous witty fables and rough design?

To sink in ideas would be a created surreal reality of writers' conversion

To be in a continuous flow of creation and playful confection.

I dare you to sink into phrases and edit your spaces.

Are you going

To ever confide your deepest thoughts of rejection?

Why not?

Are you deeply confounded and disappointed by humanity's lack

Of empathic complexity of breathing through the lenses of self reality?

Have you questioned your beginnings, your first written word on paper?

What writer can actually choose to write nowadays only online in a newspaper?

No matter the medium, a writer can write wherever s/he chooses.

Do you think you're a writer? Do you practice your craft every day?

Do you sink in your writings completely, in order to feel your direction?

Questions. Confessions. Directions. Where to now?

Let's go back to sinking our thoughts in to a passionate direction.

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Gabriela is studying to become a full-stack developer while being a mother of three small kids. This requires her to pay for some graduate programs and boot camps to gain experience. She is writing articles on Medium to inspire others and fund her journey.