The poem-pieces are, well, just this thing that came together inside of my head because… it is what I always looked to do. To create pieces of scribbles, I suppose, that people could really enjoy and in their own unique way. That’s a helluva lot of writing and a helluva lot of… persistence, etc. I do get that. Course I do. It’s everything to me because, well, that’s just how it makes me feel, out-and-out. Of course it is brilliant to be able to fall back into a poem-piece or part of a poem-piece at the drop of a hat and inside of your own mind. There’s no point in my saying what part of it all is or isn’t down to the OCD ‘cos that’s its own waste of time and certainly not for me to be wasting said time with my own mind. Although, in short I do think the OCD does nothing but stifle things in general. Anyhow. Either way I have lent my mind to a rather wonderful set of imaginatively expressive inroads, I guess you could certainly say. Titles. Possible brand-new sentences. A rather reckless rhythm, you’d have to surely say, and mainly because… yeah, there is no visual. But, let’s say, if there ever was a visual, then I really do think I’ve covered all of the ways that that visual might take epic place AND pace inside of my mind. So I guess that’s something else to chase. So, yeah, who knows if I need said visual or if that’s the best damn part in it all 😊