by Just Analyze

Created on: February 16, 2007   Last Updated: May 17, 2007

When you look at me. What about me? lets see, all I can say that my writing is my voice, without it I would be mute and unheard in this world. Life would be one less voice heard, feelings never felt, philosophy never spoken, love never shared, a dead soul swaying, a mind not seen. With no pen and paper my life could not be, no keyboard, no ability to go on. God is the air I breath, writing is what I exhale. I am the alphabet, I am this pen, the pad I write in, the book of it's outcome. I am more than letters and words, I am the life that soars behind it. So when I am gone, not only will my soul live eternally, so will the words I have spoken and shared. Immortal will I be? Remembered in poems and songs, will I ever know, never. But you whom has read will know, for it will be that which will always keep me alive. Reading.

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