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I have hardly ever written anything with myself in mind.
When I write, it usually comes from my creative mind, i get Inspiration just from listening to myself.
I write out of pleasure mostly from habit than Hobby.
Im addicted to the Pen, im addicted to words and expression of grammer.
It's like a drug for me, i can never get enough of it, sometimes it does a lot of good, sometimes otherwise.
But I do not believe in good or Bad, at least not anymore. The World is filled with so many reasons especially for self satisfaction built Majorly on hypocricy and feigned ignorance which is saying the same thing.
I make it a principle not to write about myself, not to involve my personal life into any of my writing. Sometimes though, i get a little bit caught up in between the lines, beginning to wonder "is this really about me?". But then i write from the soul, a soul i share with the whole universe, so asmuch as i may think of me, some one else might just be the real character. But then it does a lot of good for me to be able to share the feelings of these characters, Pose in their shoes, really get to the core of things for a better understanding.
To get out of these roles is where there might be a bit of Danger involved, trying to separate fiction from reality when you have taken it so far is like trying to separate a bunch of wires all tangled up together. Even when you succeeded, it just might all come back twisted once again like a super magnetic Force.
I do not tell stories, i write facts.
I make it a habit not to read meaning to my words even if there might be Hidden secrets embededded in some of it.
All said, it makes for a perfect finish to know that i have the power to create life from words, truly, man is god in his own right.
But the Almighty God above all is the power of all creation and sub creations, after all "it is written".

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