A core in a crust!
I plunged my fears and swam across depths of time and space.
First time.
I would taste the pleasure of emotions in words.
It was a trance.
A temporary exit to the power-playing people around me in the real-now.
I began to find the answers to my complicated ideas, deconstructing and reconstructing every word; trying to separate water and oil.
I would like to think, there is a knife on my neck and every wrong move I make would slit a cut on my throbbing throat like killing a helpless chicken.
Maybe, I can become what I dream now.
In this development of technology, words and letters are like people talking to me face to face.
Connecting…
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This is an exerpt from my fiction story "Net Chat," on iwrotefiction.blogspot.com
The internet birthed with me, we lived together and collaborate; the World Wide Web.
Seriously, I always tell myself, I am an android built with a heart. The other me. It is happy and sad. But it has to be like this for me as a writer.
Once, one of my professors told me (way back my MFA days), "Always let go when you write."
I said, "No, I won't. It is scary."
Dr. Marj Evasco, "Why?"
"I may not be able to come back," I answered.
It was a sincere conversation.
I thank GOD for these moments.
/rosevoc2 on huntprayerpoems.wordpress.com
