Sunday, August 16, 2009

Why I Write

I breathe, therefore I write.

When I write, I purge myself of all the poisons. What poisons? Worse than rat poison is self-hatred poison. But I won't get into the self-hatred stuff. You ask me what is the best moment of your life? When I'm writing, of course. But I can't compare it with the moment I fell in love. One is peaceful, the other on cloud nine. Don't laugh!

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