Read & Write

by cwviderkull

I read the world
The world is a book to me

I
read people
read rooms
read situations
read conversations

I read
almost hidden expressions on faces
dilated pupils
averted gazes

I
read you
read me
read us
read them

and then
I write it
dictated back
by
the voices in my head

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Perspectives

Damn
I love those days
when
I actually manage
to
kid myself
into
feeling like an author.

It’s an incredible rush

not to mention
a
so much better feeling
than
that of
“pretentious bum
with
an unhealthy obsession
and
delusions of grandeur”.

Still,
it’s a roller coaster
of
a ride
to never be quite sure
who’ll be looking back
out of a mirror.