You didn’t know it happened. Didn’t even know I existed at first. Unaware you were feeding another. I stole your energy and nutrition with each miniature breath. I was a parasite. I flourished as time passed. Some people hate what I am. They try to get rid of me. But there are more of us. We’ll always be around somewhere. Finally you push me out into the light. Me, a screaming, bloody mess that steals your heart at first sight.
I can't write well upon demand. I have to wait until a picture, theme or whatever hits me. I use real world experiences in my writing. Music is an inspiration. Some of my poems or whatever are random,.. more..