Why write
I write to color the world in a different picture. Words that travel at the speed of silence, which gathers light particles as its swims past darkness.
My words makes black holes vomit its meal. It repels its attraction and shivers the sun. I write and the day misses darkness, the moon asked Mercury for his signature and together with the sun, they took selfies, the earth posted it on Instagram and you retweeted it.
Picking Prose Posies
Pens plundering psychedelic patched pockets of prose passionately
Reverie of revised raindrops of rippled reflected rhythms resonating
Omega of open oceans outpouring onyx opportunities of obsession
Sashaying through scattered sighs and splashes of seductive silence spiraling
Embryonic echoes of ecstasy etching and embracing essence of existence.