Surely I should have been an acknowledged blogger by now
Someone who touches the heart of the viewer creating the image of these words in their own colours and shapes.
Someone who touches the heart of this reader as much as is accessible and intertangeable.
Someone who creates words.
And then again, someone who forgets big and small events of life,
Who is found in the middle yet center of their own gravity,
Who longs but has not longed in a while.
Someone who fears Altzheimer's but can spell it,
And someone who really, really, can't make sense of the burning love and loneliness that should have found a shelter by now.
What is life, you learn it all and can't implement as much of it.
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