The First

This is the First, and so I post.
Lost in a word-lust thirst, I hurt
To be found; I am your host.


And so I post:
This whole blog deal is an odd one: I write whatever I feel needs to be written, produced as pixels placed in perfect position, and you read. See? I just alliterated a sentence for no real reason, and yet you read. Odd. And still I write on...but what to write about?

Oh yes, I already answered this. I will write whatever I feel needs to be written. Be it poetry, song, story, novel, I will write whatever I feel needs to be written.

And you will read
To be found; I am your host.

And so I post.