Many have told me that it is a habit of mine to make my writing much too beautiful for what it actually means. Beautiful style is not exactly what I would call this, but if it so pleases you, it's yours to read and contemplate. Call it what you want, a poetic book or a book-like poem. What it is is speech to the world that leaves the choice of whether it is reality to you and only you.
Do not inquire on whether this is real or fake, take it the way you need to. It could be for you or for anyone else. All you need to do is read. Sit back and enjoy the bumpy, rainy, horrible ride with small moments of what could be happiness — or is it doubting the inevitability of the rest of the content? You decide.
Venture on, reader. Everyone else's opinions are none of your concern. Not even my opinion is over your own. (Yes, I wanted you to cringe at the phrase 'venture on.')
Stay tuned or continue reading for the beginning of this collection, if it so pleases you to do so.
YOU ARE READING
Self to Note
RandomNote to self that speaks. The introduction explains more, but the point blank explanation is perhaps what could be called long poetry without rhyme or rhythm. It is a collection of thoughts that may or may not be true.
