Now the writing is just to keep me company.
It need not have meaning. Write write write without purpose.
And yet I feel fulfilled simply by writing.
Nothing to worry.
I had my dinner. It is very satiating.
So I keep on writing, the morsel of my existence.
This is life, to be able to create.
If I don;t write, I amount to anything. Writing define me. The Man of Letters.
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