Love to a novice is sincerity and
And to an expert with trampled edg
Insanity at its deepest phase,
As discernment will love wisdom an
As richness will love power; love

I have love life
The same eversince:
I have love the hard
Spent days when money
shows no favour,

Writing is like drugs
You will never stop wanting more
Or trying so hard to see how high

You are beautiful
Regardless of what
Beauty means.

I will live by words
I will conquer every negative emot
By words
I will perish boredom by words
I will let the words swim steadily

There are many
Means of writing
Mostly
In caves.

I do
This to save
Me from
Insanity And
Importantly

Sometimes i feel like
I have done it all
But maybe its not me
Its the silk that’s unwilling
To cover my feet.

There are sweetness in his blazing
Admiration of kind mind that winds
So, why halt? when the symphony
Of grasp still commence,
I can see the shadow line of where

My favorite
Kind of people
Are poets,
Writers
But I respect