for world poetry day, i posted three ‘impromptu’ pieces before 11pm on twitter, just so i could make a sort of contribution to that day. i didn’t really expect anybody to like it or re-tweet it. none of those who follow me probably won’t waste much time to actually read what i post (except when i use ht’s of the day for AlDub).
apparently, one of my poems did get liked and re-tweeted by a few people (6, i think). not much, but hey, kinda makes you feel good. i love poetry – it brings me to a place where i can fly with my words and be free. i suppose creativity does that to you. i would still love to explore writing short stories and continue with my non-fiction tirades (or whatever genre that is), but poetry is still comforting for me. it’s a balance of exposing my true self, yet still masks and hides mysteriously my true meaning.
yup, doesn’t make much sense. but it does to me.