The lust to write always catch me in resonate moments when I’m having most of me to myself, then to bleed out the pain of thinking hard I will pen down all that comes to mind and somebody will look at that and say its poetry.
To be brutally honest I have always had an inordinate curiosity about the world and consequently I ended up suffering from intellectual fidgety. I saw things that no one else saw; I heard voices imperceptible to other “reversely normal” people so I found the world within me nobler than that of the outside.
To now my inspiration to write is still derived from the strange difference between the world that exist within me and the physical world. My ... more »
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