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- Samton Gina
- Mar 6, 2018
- 1 min read
The up-most ability to be able to take certain individuals back to relive their own childhood, the joy of being able to make individuals sit for hours with eyes glued to their screens wishing time stopped for a while and the beauty of being able to write down all your fears just to be patted on the back merely because people relate to what you’ve written. The art of crafting a picture, a moment in a couple of words, the beauty of turning sad faces into smiles, the joys the joys oh the joys of what we’re doing, bedazzling our own tribulations, adding a shooting star when the blunt truth was a cloudy day.
“You’ve never asked why we write...”
A world filled with enough ink to take us to the other side, trying to convince the buyer that we’re the green to this generation, the colour of our skins shouldn’t bother the great for we are one of the great.
We’re looking up to people who aren’t even in our field of success, we’re inspired by people who aren’t in the sky, the very same individuals who carry their entire families with less of a rand than who we ought to be inspired by. They carry their cameras’ trying to convince us how good they’re to society.
“I write to free myself”
Saw my role model growing bit more grey hair, maybe one day my dream of meeting him will perish.
“I tried...”
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