I know you have a way better alternative to spending your time than reading my little scribbles.
I may not reach more than ten viewers. I might not ever receive a sun. No one will ever hear my name spoken from the same lips that bequeath honor to the greatest silvertongues of our time.
Who cares?
Writing is, in and of itself, a formula.
One can choose to follow the rules, write what their audience wants to hear and so doing gain the popularity those shallow enough to wallow in their own words seek to gain.
I write because it gives me freedom. There is independence in these paragraphs. Somewhere admist the commas and the apostrophes, there is meaning that perhaps only I will ever value. But nevertheless, it is there.
So go ahead, read this and move on, not giving it a second glance, a second chance.
Writers- TRUE WRITERS- are used to being rejected. It's our pastime.
Go ahead.
Congratulations to your eyes and your mind and your soul for making the perilous journey to the end of the ink staining this page.
You read my words.
And you read me.
No one ever comments or rates or likes or follows unique ideas anymore. it's all the same poetry about having a broken heart or being in love that gets all the attention. We backburner writers are still out there.