Poems, like most of my hobbies, just started out as a way to kill off time. At first, I was just simply rhyming out words that I could think of and then I noticed that I was already expressing my emotions on a piece of paper. This piece of paper made me contented. It made me feel lighter that my usual mood and so I began craving for more.
Everyday we encounter scenarios that affects us in so many ways than we could ever imagine. I, for one, is a victim of this "reality" which I admit to have wanted to escape more than once. I can say proudly that I was in a state where my mind would only think of escaping and returning to the unknown which I know is not a good option. This made me look for other alternatives.
I hated living. Maybe that is why I was trying to escape. I felt as though this "reality" we live in is nothing but a mere consequence of someone from another dimension who got nothing better to do but spend time to such utterly useless things (but hey, who knows what time really is). Thoughout the process of my "exploration", I stumbled upon a master who gave me a hint of escape and yes, it was Shakespeare. He gave me a new light! He showed me through his works that life can be meaningful. It can be fun! So I tried playing with words and looking at every moment with a another mindset; I HAVE TO LIVE!
