Yes, perhaps It begins as writing for just oneself...
like when the thoughts and emotions become so intense
that they demand to be crystallised into words
And yet one cannot deny the high
that one experiences
when one's words reach out and knock at the threshold of another's heart
when the words evoke sensations deep in another's being
the smattering of thoughts
resound and throb in the vales of
another's heart
leaving a lingering hangover to be nursed for days afterwards
And it is then that the writer is resurrected...
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