The poem deals with the question of the author's identity and his way of reconstructing it.
Is it okay to mourn before someone’s death? What if that someone is a stranger? But can writers ever be a stranger to a reader?
A poem about the struggle of typing on a computer and the ease of writing with a pen.
The poet writes about being re-energised in the everlong quest of finding oneself after reading a recent poem on this site titled 'They Teach You To Be a Trophy …
The hypothesis that writing requires solitude as a pre-requisite parameter for good results has been proven wrong – at least in my case.
'Of a public that remembers.'
'Everyone's running from/towards something. All things, sooner or later, cease to exist.'
'Try not to think about censorship when you write after a very long time'.