the only way i think of myself as a writer is that i write. sometimes for money, sometimes for sanity's sake, sometimes for the sake of just writing. nothing special. nothing that's never been done before.
this is my attempt at expressing myself. i tested introvert on a personality answer sheet that i took some years ago. so here i am trying to express since singing or dancing are clearly off the table. i still dance and sing, not always in private as my loving mother had hoped.
Tuesday, 13 May 2014
writing for sanity poem #4
i celebrated both the ways light and darkness touched his face.
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