Cimorene

i agree.

it's a strange thing, making poetry (or literature). sometimes i think people do it mainly for themselves, because it gives you joy. but then i think maybe it gives you joy because you're doing it for others.... because what is a story that is written and tucked away for no one to read? not a real story, maybe... an imaginary story. yet to be written, if you want to use the word "written" in the sense that it is yet to be *shared* and therefore made into art.