Unfettered

My God, again, I am dizzy from the brilliant writing of my sophomores. They write with such unfettered passion and fury. However, unlike other years, these comrades have power over their writing. They control every letter. I am both inspired and jealous.

My mouth feels dry, imageless, like everything I write here is sand compared to their clear stories. They twist plots with ease, and dig deep into their characters fearlessly. Yet, they paint vibrant images with the precision of calligraphy. The ghosts of their characters haunt me deep into the night.

I am surrounded by writers...and it makes me weep with joy.