A Riddle I share in Writing;

A Riddle I share in Writing.
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I write because the moments in between are Nothing;
fleeting words, and images intended to express my feelings,
but none the less inadequate once they leave Me.
Each step might bring me closer to an inner resolution that
(to the world) seems pointless, or makes little sense.
I assure you it makes less sense to me,..
yet here I am all the same to
confess My Absence.

I am asked:" what is meant by these riddles that you cast?",..
and I laugh so loud I'm afraid this world itself may break
into pieces more fragile than  Historys' Glass.
( yet this confusion still leaves me content in knowing
there is A way to reshape My  Past.)

I write because writing gives me the otherwise unpresent
ability to Create Worlds the way I want MY WORLD to be;
perfect, as I understand and see perfection....without flaw.
(or fear of enslavement by the Hands of Destiny.)

It's all a riddle I wrote, and didn't understand at first...
until I really started looking; Now its a Riddle I share
in writing.

J.Stephen.H