creation

The words are shining, the sensation of the individuality and the faith on my imagination, it creates the elementary autistic thoughts which makes my poem alive.

The words are smiling and sometimes it looks for those memories of my every sleepless nights .

The way it works can't be the same as I live into it, yes the people out there finds me into my every single poems cuz i can't get rid of it.

I've been trying to fix the missing links where the effectiveness of time and lost moments they get closer to each other to create the another world of history.

The passive voice which comes from the inner circle between life and death, I'm stuck into the procession of good and bad memories, I'm still breathing.

My hands are shaking, the red ink is still singing on a bond , the construction of every built-up depends on how i process the engagement and proceed further to create the new poems .

Yes I'm into it since I was born, the memories are still shining and nothing can be the reason of leaving my soul.

It's there in my every creations cuz he words are my kids and they are growing up.