i try to be a very honest person, and i honestly loved it, so i faved it, it's really quite simply one of the best things i've ever read, and i've read a lot.

my words are simply inate natterings that come out of an old rusty mouth. it seems that whenever i try to write something, i can't give it the wmotion i want to, on the other hand you poetry seems to have all the emothions and feelings that it should. it seems that it isn't just poetry, it isn't just someone's soul poured out on a page, it is an existence poured out on a page, a soul that was meant for all to read, meant for people to sit there and care about, and read and read and read. and read again, each time finding something new and unusual and unique about it. something that happens to be. i don't know if you mean to, but i think that the more i read your stuff, i think that i might find something that has been lost to me for soo long, but i realize that it IS lost, and all i can do is encourage people like you, as impossibly rare as they are, to keep on, for everyone who reads your stuff, not just us finished vessels of inspiration. please, never stop, for a somewhta selfish reason, among others: you writing is my only link to the inspiration i once felt, all i have left to remember what i was like to put HER words onto the paper, the only way i can sit here and reminisce of the days when i was able to sit there and look at a finished piece, and feel what it was like to know, that it was inspiration that made me write it. so please, if for no other reason that to keep some crazy guy on the net connected to a piece of his past, never stop writing, i can guarantee that i'm not the only one that appreciates it this much, well, i guess i'm done now
bye!