Haphazard Lines


Haphazard Lines

Haphazard Lines

My words don't tell stories.

At least not sensible ones.

I'm not a sensible person.

I mold my lines into words.

Are they simple? Common?

To me they are original.

They collide and create alien shapes.

The rush of blind inspiration

raises the intensity of my shaking hand.

Speaking is much easier.


Interpreting words is much harder.

Yet we all still do it.


Why do I stain this page with my haphazard lines?

It's my identity.

And it lasts


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