Sometimes as a growing writer, I fail to add up ideas together, I even get scared of what I write, or how where when in the world did I get those ideas from, if it ever causes an impact on the audience who read, I wonder to whom the ideas come from, and when the ideas come, I am drawn, I feel it, I speak to you, I know your mind, I know how you are feeling when you read my lines.
When I close my eyes, I listen to music, the rhymes and rhythm take me into the deep end of the World. I know I make systematic moves but I start seeing the skeleton or bones — of an idea but then the flesh is just layers upon it, creating the monster is the goal.
I feel the heartbeat as you read, I know you, yes my end goal is to speak to you and make you relate with the story, arouse your emotions, to inform and change a character in you.
I would like to say thank you all for always reading with me, this has been possible with you all.