Meticulous Writer

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I am a Meticulous Writer.

Dare me!

I sleep in bits.

I shut out the rowdiness;

I suppress the cries of the earth as if it were possible to not know pain.

I then awake in the wee hours when everything is quieten.

My benumbed senses are now fully responsive.

I can think now.

I can write now.

I’m delighted to awake each day with constellation of ideas on things to scribble, bearing in mind that I can rely on your readership.

Suffice to say, that in itself is my inspiration.

I like how you can contract two words into one, giving it style.

I want a world with you where everything is possible.

A world where a word exist to contrast you and I.

I’m almost compelled to write you daily.

If I had it my way, I would.

Here, work is never-ending.

I’m considering quitting my daytime job.

I’ve decided to pursue writing full-time.

If I don’t cut it, would you be honest?

Or would you rather spare me the criticism?