What do writers write about?

This is a question I have often asked myself. A little bit of everything is what my mind voluntarily answers. I write about anything that reignites my creativity like/ the comfort of going back to a place called home while eating amma’s home-cooked meal/ the sound of waves crashing against the shore while staring at the line where the sky meets the sea/ the smell of freshly washed bedsheets when feeling weary while going to bed/ the taste of ice cream after being out in the sun all day/ a bit about grief that pulls me back and forth into a spiral/ sometimes about love while daydreaming about my muse/ sporadically, my raw emotions slip out because there are just so many feelings and nowhere to put them/ and occasionally, I gain the courage to put all these writings out.

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