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I think these words as I write them –
conjuring them from infinity.
Yet now they exist, in a pad, scrawled
in flaked biro-lines roughly.
And now behind a screen in front of
a limitless list of eyes.
They compound experiences, emotions,
flashes, information fed from every orifice
of the world in different levels.
They exist more in reality of words
than in my own mind now – they are
real as much as I am.
A career, a lifestyle, new people and old friends;
a burning desire to work out how to live,
and not knowing what is in store for you.
Sometimes stretching my limits close to breaking
point but dragging through because it’s worth it.
My philosophy is life.

© Sam Cunningham, February 2010