I am emotionally hungry.
It is when everything I used to see deeply can't take my attention.
When I've written countless one liners for different ideas but none resonates.
Nothing I feel passionate about and wanting to share.
When my reverse echoes shouted too much, they lost their voice.
My reverse echoes are all the meaningful and beautiful things I keep inside and collect over time. Of all the things that made me cry, smile, write. That resonated within like an echo in reverse, gets louder in time.
When this happens, when this process starts, I look back to the first echo that had stayed.
Why do I write?
A very broad topic that my first answer comes out as a sigh.
— Pudding Emperor ⚓
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My Golden Blues
PoetryAll my sadness is now significant. A collection of original prose and poetry collected over time.
