Who do I write for?

Is it odd that I write for myself and no one else?

Does an artist paint for himself or for the world to see?

Does a musician create music to method his own madness or for someone else to listen?

I think a true artist is selfish. It is only then he can instill true selflessness in his work. Be honest. Be true to his passion. Untainted.

What do I write for? Immortality.

Meeting my old self, after several years have passed by. Recollecting words captured in faded ink.

Leaving your thoughts behind. Only to be discovered by someone else.

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