Writing A Dream, Dreaming To Write

Writing and I
It's like my dream and I
My livelihood is words
Words composed from my fantasy world

Unbelievable and ridiculous to others
But fantastic and nice when it comes to the eyes of my readers
Writing is not easy nor hard
It has always magic to make you feel loved

When I am not writing
I am probably sleeping
Coz writing is my life
My armoured to fight

If you don't see me writing
I am surely dreaming
Coz through my daydream
I can also write In my darkness, writing serves as my light

If I'm not in mood
Don't dare to stare bad
At that moment, I'm savoring my solitude
That's a writer's code

I live as I write
From morning until night
My heart and mind
It's full of story to find

Yes, you might see me writing
But no, I am also dreaming
I am not really a writer
And too far to be called an author

Through my magnificent dream
Things are perfectly written
From the inner dimension of my heart
Unto the very flesh manifestation of an art

By those patches of clouds in heaven
Till to the fishes and natures under the ocean
My love for writing will always be there
For everyone of you, everywhere

Coz I am born to be a writer
Soon to die and be an author
It's a lifetime commitment and passion
Witness by the sun and moon

I will always be here, as long as I am breathing. . .