Monday, March 28

There is nothing left to wonder about.

I wondered why I write
Why I write
Why I write
I wondered why I write
Why I write
all day long.


I wondered why I write
and I wondered and I wondered
I wondered why I write but I wonder no more.


I will write because I have to
I will write forever more.




                                                      and stop
                                                                  change page




I wondered who my audience is
I wanted everyone to read it
but no one to see it!
But I wonder no more.


Writing is like dancing
like walking
like talking
I will do it because I have to
I will write forever more.


Writing is like a flower growing on a rock.
If you want to, you will look, and you will see it.
But even if you don't.



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