A little poet in me tells me to write a poem about him. What should I write? About the world, the sky, the beautiful perilous sea, the moon, the sun, or the journey of human life. Or should I write about his hurt, his pain, and all the beautiful experiences that made him what he is today? There's a human in me that wants to be heard. And I am someone who ponders the sorrows and escapism of the world. I asked the little poet in me. What should I write about?  He tells me to express myself, but what do I express? He tells me to write nothing! He says to just write, because to write is to express, and to express is to be heard; to be heard is to be understood. And every human wants to be understood. So he tells me to pick up the pen, and I write,  I write.