RISK EVERYTHING FEAR NOTHING


Dear someone watching from the shadows,
The policy is honesty and nothing is censored. The world is not made of atoms. It is made of stories.
These are some of mine.
I was born in China, grew up in a small country town, spent my next decade in the most isolated city in the world. I am now 3000 miles away, embarking on my next chapter. The air smells verdant and pure, I am surrounded by nature in bloom, and beautiful people who hold such exquisite stories.
I want to go everywhere, meet everyone, and do everything. I will.
Love, someone at the other end.


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13th July 2010

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No one knows where the words come from and if someone tells you that they do, they’re lying.

I don’t write poetry, you know. I’ve tried and I can’t, it’s always too neat, it’s always too scripted. I am not a real writer, I don’t plan things, there is no meter, there is no buried meaning. My metaphors are obvious my imagery is plain my punctuation is sporadic there is no theme there is no point. It’s just chaos and friction and intensity and drama, it’s just scratches and screams and sighs and cracks, it’s tirades, it’s just perception, it’s just how it is. It’s not regular, or structured, it’s not even lovely and deep. All I do is sit down and say to myself, what words are waiting? And then I type.

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