Tag: writing
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The city winds (prose poem)
I felt the breeze of doubt blow through me. Like a tornado, it destroyed the very structures I’ve built to have some sort of peace. My mental society were at each other’s throats. And I’m the mayor, trying to rebuild civilization. I heard every complaint and irritations. The voices of the people were many. I’m…
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The power of the human voice.
For so long, I didn’t really like my voice. I thought it was too weird, too strange and off the wall. I thought it would affect how I connect with others. But now, I think any voice that is strange and unique, is just as interesting as any other kind of voice. Just look at…
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Why do I create?
Sometimes I wonder why I create. It’s not because I think I’m really good at it. I used to think that way. But I’ve humbled a lot from having my work being ridiculed and torn down in my past. But even when that all was happening. I still created. I still shared my work and…
