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

The void inside
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