I’m no hummingbird...I’m no poet...I’m just a speck of dust in this world. There’s nothing really extraordinary about the pages that say "flip me".
Just like everything else, I’m the illusion of shapes, buzzing insects, unwanted shadows and colours in the skies that you choose to ignore.
Now listen to all the echoing sounds in your head. We are alike because in my pages are stories, that may have killed or overwhelmed me. Yet, I still survive, floating merrily with every other single speck of dust in shades of nothingness.
Spread the word if you like what you hear and don’t be shy to email me at poet.stories@gmail.com and please! more friends are welcomed on www.myspace.com/poetstories
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