On the lakeshore As a youngster with milk skin Walking All alone, along  the line, stepping on my shadow, sun in my back, was it spring or fall? I only knew where to go when my steps weren't followed

Litterature Twitterature Steemterature 5 minutes chrono You write your stuff Raw Blockchain raw With maybe revenues New way for the written words The written world Unspoken Novels Quiets in your head Yet

Might be tough Might not You might know Or not The goal is to have a goal Or two Reaching one gives you the best reason to have another. And etc. Motivation and minimalism Key to my work of words I guess