Poetic Rant –My life as a writer

To me-

On some days it all just looks like nonsense and other days it all looks like genius….but it always feels like a hot coal in my throat I have to spit it out or else….

I speak about my writing and no it doesn’t sound so inviting, but it is intriguing; almost like a seagull bleeding love for his mother.

It’s not always so inviting to hide under the guise of anonymity so jump in and take a swim-in the sea.

Be, swim, dream, scream-underwater like a David Byrne song. It’s something that sounds better when you’re alone.

End scene.

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