“I never really say what i mean. What I feel when the pen hits the pad. Time still, all I see is the dying second I have, to pour all that I have, all that sets me free. Create a thought off the top of my head and watch lead scribble magic from the palm of my hand. So here I stand. A man without a plan. No demands, A soldier with no loyalty to any land.
Just.to.me.
A writer writing burning free.*
( *Burning like fire stirred into oil in a pan.)
So understand…
The madness that drives this pen on a pad, simply because my lips have refused to chat, act,brag about this ability to react if need be. To show gagged lips as mad scribbles and a whole new reality to devour the seconds through words flowing from a pen, guided by a fated hand.
Fated to dictate life like a masterplan. ?..cos its what the master planned…
I write cos I can,
he lets me cos hes in command..”
Knomad24 