so i asked my husband.
what shall i write?
and his reply was.
'dear.psycho.please stay away'
far from being poetic.
just simple.
short.
and precise.
i have to admit.
but.
i am far from being simple.short.and precise.
i am more of a winding road that gets you to your destination.
after countless of hours and immense frustration.
simply.
winding.
after seeking the wisdom from the wise husband.
i have decided to simply do it my way.
instead.
after all.what better being than to be myself.
and write like myself.
so.here it is.
my winding way of saying things.
and i hope its poetic enough to not be perceived as hatred.
dear you.
my words are never mine.
the alphabets that line itself to form words.and then followed by sentences.
those.
are never mine.
but.
the thoughts.
the feelings.
that became the reasons behind the words.
those.
are.
mine.
no amount of praise.
nor condemn.
would be of interest.
for i write.
for my thoughts.
and my feelings.
i write for me.
as a reminder for my later days.
of whom i have become.
and of whom i was.
therefore.
dear you.
this is for you.
to take heed.
just some few humble tips.
it is very ignoble of one.
to copy bit by bit.
of my feelings and thoughts.
to suit thy.
and make it yours.
like i said.
i do not own my words.
so.
neither do you.
i humbly inform that it is alright to read and to feel.
after all ,all our souls are created to connect.
what i write.
might be felt.
by him.her.or them.
but to repeat.
each of my thoughts and feelings.
down to the very end.
and make it yours.
that is simply.
very.
inelegent.
of you.
so share as you may.
i don't mind.
but don't do it so blatantly.
till you forget.
that those thoughts and feelings.
are never yours.
to parade so freely.
it is indeed far from classy.
very far indeed.
p/s : i get notifications every time my writings are being used without me knowing.the wonders of technology.it informs.without you seeking.just so you know.
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