i used to ask you why u stopped
away from what i had hoped
Writing is an art
Not a part
You can cut
And put apart
You and writing are one
you and me are one
it's a you in you
you can't run away from you
like waters know only it's original path
even though you cut another part of earth
it will one day come back to it's own place
you don't plan it
you just find yourself having it (poem)
you don't consult them
you just see and feel the urge in you from them(things you see, touch,eat,feel,desire, surrounding)
you can't part from it
it's there to stay.
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