There are no colors in writing.
In my mind I create the people and the feelings.
They can be however I imagine them.
The nation or world can be my own creation, no gimmicks, and no B.S.
Honestly, I don’t know what God has planned for this cruel world, but my imagination has led me to a few predictions.
So I will write one:
Eventually everyone will get to the point to where they will have no choice but to work together to even the score.
Through it all, I believe that I will be fine as long as I have a pen and a pad to write it all down and bare witness.
Why I write.
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