I was actually afraid to post such thing. I don't really want make people sad or scared or melancholic even. But I decided otherwise - becouse I actually believe that there are people out there that think in the same way, or if not - can immerse enough to understand what I am trying to say.

I would love to call what I am writing poetry, but it is far from it. I really want to learn how to write according to the rules of poetry, so that the rhythm of each line matches, with the counting of syllables and so on. But English is my second language, and words appear in my head in both English and Polish. If I were to write what actually appears there, one verse would be in Polish and the next in English. Each language also has its own character, its own 'singing quality'.

Prose is difficult but translatable with the right skills, but poetry is always something different in every language. Sometimes it loses, but sometimes it gains. I hope that what I am writing makes at least a little original sense.

So for now I am writing blank verses, we will see how it will develop in the future :D

I've seen chameleon in real life one. One of my work college had a pair. Teeny tine creatures. I just loved them!
But I have so many pictures of those(way more alive, just to clarify things ;)!) i could draw one every day of the year, and still not use all those pictures :D

Thank you for your visit, and for a twitt about my work @kenechukwu97!