I'm here because...
I was told I'm making a mistake, that my blog is too personal, that I must fictionalize everything, I must write the way writers do. That I mustn't pour out my emotions and be so vulnerable to the world lest they see me as weak and non-literary. Hey you my friend who advised this, I appreciate your concern, your fatherly instinct to protect me, to polish me into an elusive, invisible word churning machine. I know what you meant, but don't you see, unlike you I have nothing to fear and nothing to gain. I'm not here to please anyone. I'm not here to write literature. I write not for your appreciation or your brickbats. I write for myself, only to understand and be understood. I know you are scared I'm turning into a normal, teenagish, blurt-everything-out emotional fool. Don't you see I don't care...
Words are coal black
fire and water
can't enhance them
I was told I'm making a mistake, that my blog is too personal, that I must fictionalize everything, I must write the way writers do. That I mustn't pour out my emotions and be so vulnerable to the world lest they see me as weak and non-literary. Hey you my friend who advised this, I appreciate your concern, your fatherly instinct to protect me, to polish me into an elusive, invisible word churning machine. I know what you meant, but don't you see, unlike you I have nothing to fear and nothing to gain. I'm not here to please anyone. I'm not here to write literature. I write not for your appreciation or your brickbats. I write for myself, only to understand and be understood. I know you are scared I'm turning into a normal, teenagish, blurt-everything-out emotional fool. Don't you see I don't care...
Words are coal black
fire and water
can't enhance them
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