I stopped counting as to how many saved drafts that lie, just waiting there to be finished and published. Well few words never gel together, too discordant and too artificial. I wonder why I write stuff, hardly few read them. I wouldn’t declare ‘I write for myself’, it would be lie if i said so, the main intention of me writing was rather a dirty one. I wouldn’t reveal it though.
I am just writing here something for the sake of writing, for the sake not having told anything for a long time.