"When the light hits the water just right and it sparkles," that's when I know I'm still alive making the most of my summer. River inside me, the continuous ebb and flow of poetry as the prompts hit my mind just right and it sparks and it kickstarts the pre-writing strategy — that's when my rich inner world becomes more richer — When dollars cannot amount to the joy of creating something that feeds my soul without me eating; something that keeps my consciousness awake while I'm eyes-closed, half-sleeping. Rich inner world where words from outside hits just right to wash the phrases out of my mind , like river carving its path as it journey long through my hands, written in my synapses beforehand; transporting it to platforms. Before everything. Before breakfast in the morning.

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