We think we're writing something to amuse, but we're actually saying something we desperately need to share.
The real mystery is this strange need.
Why can' t we just hide it and shut up?
Why do we have to blab? Why do Human beings need to confess?
Maybe, if you don't have that secret confession, you don't have a poem - don't even have a story.
Don't have the writer.
De Wierdense revue©