I will
Improvise/ Stumble/ Crash/
I will be proven false/
I will dare
I will make one wonder
My daily diary is full of notes, wonderments and poems
I am sculpting calligraphy
of my poem writing
In synthetic materials
I am attracted to the artificial coolness
these processed materials carry
turning the tough one into a vulnerable one
In my calligraphy
I rebel against those teachers
who insisted to make my hand writing readable
I connect between letters, not erasing, losing control
No way back