It's a world of bytes and a world of sites, where your words and thought's are read by monitor lights. And I am growing aware of the scene out there, it's a new world for us all.
Who knows where it comes from, these urges to write, to post for the world to see. It seems there is another force, a neural crossfire going on inside me.
I have no inherent talent, no schooling in the art of the written or spoken word. To say I am an artist is absurd, To say I am possessed is preferred. To say this is me, writing this free, sends my soul on a journey to a place so heavenly that it can't be just for me.
It's a new world after all.