I like writing.
About what I think, feel and do.
I like photography.
Of moments, nature and people.
I like talking.
About things random and substantial.
I like cooking.
Some dishes simple, others special.
I like walking.
In company or even in solitude.
I like music.
About the genres, I care not.
I like reading.
Thoughts that are frozen on paper.
I like dancing.
Not socially, but on my own.
And yet, I resist.
Also laze, complicate and procrastinate.
Dejection and frustration, the alibis cause,
Because joy is only in the doing.
Maybe some day I will do.
Because some things are just worth doing.
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