Writers of The Unknown
I don't feel I am a writer I happen to know because they call me so, I don't know who a writer is; is it someone who writes, or someone who expresses to survive? I don't know how this world caves in on a piece of paper, there is always so much to be left for later; Every time someone writes their mind with ink, it's a new world, a novel beginning. Who is a writer, is it the one who writes on paper? I don't call myself one, too, because bleed my heart on paper is all I do; perhaps this is what they do, mere mortals, others call them writers and make them immortal. ~ Guni