The reason behind these unfinished, on-going words;
it's because my brain is playing some stuff that I, myself, don't even understand.
It feels like something inside me saying stuff that I am in the mood of sharing.
My word's complexity has taking this off, out of the shelter, out of this world, probably beyond something.
Words are like water flowing aimlessly to become a solid, firm substance which later on be put into a meaningful written piece, which I can be later considered as a masterpiece that I want to show to the world.
The essence of my own poetry.
The speed of my hand in typing these words you're reading; the latter is accompanied by skill I am living for, called writing.
It is my own.
My possession.
A truly remarkable, continuous literature that I would like to pass on to my next generation.
- Keeg. <3
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