writing for me
is a mixture of
coffee, and pastry
old books to read
and new magazines
to scan
music in the ears
and videos to dance
before my eyes
a window
to throw shadows
between the sun rays
that keep me warm
on the outside
and a pencil and paper
to catch thoughts
between the babblings
that keep me alive
on the inside
searching hard
for the next set of
phrases
that will set me free
and teach me about
the mess
that is me
(learn)
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