Deathnotes: Diary of a Ghost

As a creator of something you believe in, you are perhaps entitled to define your work--to convey somehow, the purpose of putting these words together in a span of unending, restless days and sleepless nights--to give a meaning to the words that you have loved, hated, banished and then rejoiced--all at the same time. You start with a purpose of course, but then lose your way, and groping, fumbling in the darkness, you finally reach the shore. Now, you have a choice. You can either forgo the dark shadows and claim the brightness of the shore you wake into--or, you choose to embrace the darkness that guided you unintentionally to the vividness of an alien shore. As a writer, I choose the darkness, not because I deny the brightness but because I know and believe that it's in that darkness, your words have evolved--in that dimensionless void...

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