Patches

Once I wrote about a trance state that came naturally to me, I did not taste it intentionally. Unknown places are calling in, that's not strange to someone like me. And I do not hesitate to embrace my unknown destiny. They say that everything has a reason, they say with every shit happening around you, destiny takes shape...the shape of identical you, the curves and the flats, tight and loose. I'm unaware of what would be the mystery of the pot, hence I just do things on my impulse..confusion indeed treads in and I seek advice, but then we shall not be too timid or too open. Just keep walking, take things head-on.
I, consider myself as a writer, not as good though. I write with my limited words, and with the consent of my brain  I might restrict very personal experience within only my reach. Paulo Coelho says "Writing is like dancing naked in a street" and he says right. So if I put minimum clothes on, I am not writing for myself, it becomes a mockery of my reason to write. Writing is such a relief, letting yourself flow with your thoughts and coming back to senses to see that world doesn't care for you but how do you please it, is a realization that writing isn't a hobby nor a profession, its a meditation to those who know what words can do. I think I know now that placing words after each digital blank space is easier than placing them in my mind, voids are inconsistent and speaking of my temperament.