Poem: Me

After a while
I came to see
what it means
to breathe
to see the colours in a dream
or hear the voices in the subtle breeze
to know without knowing
pen stories of people
I’ll never meet.
What is it about them
their triumphs and tribulations
I wonder why, even come to me.
At this moment
I’ve come to see
I do not write for you,
nor me
but I scribble
tales of people
whether they exists?
I do not know.
I write
that is me.

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E.

I'm a writer of stories I'd love to read. I dream of being a best-selling author one day, but don't we all? I'd also love to work as a scriptwriter in Hollywood. Dreams that seem impossible really, but I'm gutsy/dumb enough to try. l love all things paper and pen. Believe me, I collect them. I write novels, poems and scripts. I paint. I have two Kindle novels, In Strange Company, and Charming Mr. Stewart on Amazon.com Follow me and my progress on my blog, www.papermashed.com, on Twitter @evacharya, Facebook 'Author/Filmmaker- Eva Acharya', and sign up for my email.

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