First published in March 2016
I write not to impress you
I write not to torment you
I write not to make you feel guilty
I write not to make you feel happy either
I write to express myself, my inner burning soul.
The silence you feel in my presence is not me
It’s the way I project myself
I show you what you seek to see, what you want me to be!
But when I write I have the world at my disposal
The whole universe running through my veins, ready to be expelled out in black and white!
I myself being inconsequential can put life into a mere thought
It gives me hope no matter how small I am, the words I write will remain there like a proof of my existence