Help me understand why I write something akin to poetry at all? Are my reasons for writing this stuff similar to yours or am I just out in left field on my own thinking I am finally reaching a new level in this thing called existence?
I really wonder sometimes if it is the facility of having a computer and the ability to steal time that makes it so easy to think about writing something.
I really wonder if the poets of old would be lost in a sea of facsimile were they alive today or if they would shine just as much as then, would Dante be drawing up his inferno as a 3d model.
