Why do I write?

“Why do you write?” he asked me, looking into my eye. “That’s a very interesting question. I never thought of a reason” I replied. “So, think now and tell me” he asked. I don’t know why he was so curious about why I write. Was he trying to write himself? Or was he doing something else…

Meaning

Thirst for experiences Rich in expression

Are numbers real?

Are numbers real? The chapter title stared at me A question like that Could break the hell in thoughts Beyond the words in the book And the colorful cover pages I saw her in white and black Solving a colorful cube How enchanting she was! As she told me her name I was still in…