Everything will start with writing, even in silence, every feeling word I speak will spill out of a pen, the paper you touch will show a lot of doors, sometimes you will feel sad and sometimes you will laugh bravely, maybe…
Your skin will pick up that feeling on the paper and you will know.
There will be a mimic behind each letter, you will see.
Every word you look at should go beyond reading, you should be able to reach the back of what is being read. Then you will be buried in the middle of feelings. Then suddenly your stories will come to life, pictures will take shape from your life, You will give names to colors with letters.
Your name will be hidden in the colors and you will make all efforts to find it.
And, perhaps, by reading it, you will find yourself in a poem…
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