Mum, you are not celebrity, why do you have to blog?
Son, I blog as if I talk.
Son, I blog as if it’s a log.
Son, I blog when I want to think out loud.
Son, I blog when someone talks a lot.
Son, I blog when my passions meet a rock.
Son, I blog when I choke.
Son, I blog before I sweep or mop.
Son, I blog when blood weeps from my heart.
Son, I blog when I bless with love.
Son, I blog when I walk along my life.
Son, I blog after I drop you off.
Son, I blog whether I weep or laugh.
Son, I blog when I want to throw myself on the ground.
Son, I blog so I can pull off my mask.
Son, I blog with grief, and with a sigh.
Son, I blog from my heart.
Son, I blog more than I shop.
Son, I blog as I shed my tears
Son, I blog after you tweet.
Son, I blog when I sing a pop.
Son, I blog when I like a book.
Son, I blog as a treat.
Son, I blog even though it isn’t read.
Son, I blog when I’m touched.
Son, I blog with the bliss of love.
Son, I blog even though my posts are cheap and banal.
Son, I blog so I can be a fellow reader of my life, at any time.
365 blogs in a year - a deranged assignment for my well-being.
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