the writer
to write one must encounter great sadness
ongoing loneliness
perpetual thought
a degree of suffering
the mind is constantly connected to consciousness
the invisible projected into the realm of reality
constraints defenceless against a busy imagination
freedom boundless in its endeavours
writing is much like death
a place where thoughts live and die
when the end is an end of an idea
a thought for others to read when the writer is gone
thank you,
joseph pede
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