in between a busy life living, I write. to nite, in the early morning night, for the first time in a long time, I put myself on the shelf, and just read, I read.
in conclusion came to me after two hours of loving your written word, that I am temerity, audaciousness 100 proof to think that I am worthy of sharing this space with you. I am ashamed that I ever called myself poet.
I am ashamed at the paucity, the poverty of my words