my style of writing

its a no holds barred, whatever comes to mind kind of thing. that is how i write, or…well it is how i see what i write. i wonder what it is that i write, what it really means. as i can only guess that it would mean that, in the whole scale of things. i wonder if my words would ever reach such a press. a place, of mass production. not out of any obsolescence.  but that of a need. a want of greatness. is that not what we want in our lives. our words that we write. a small speck, a tiny tiny, tiny. portion of that which we live. i work hard for my bits is all i am saying.