A grain of sand.

I think I write. In a poetic style. My own way. I just let it be. Don't follow any particular rules. Just let it come. Naturally. Used to be that I followed rules. All kinds of rules. Then I learned. That rules are meant to be broken. That I'm free. To make my own rules. Not to be. Like everyone else. Even though I am a clone of sorts. Of the rest of the human race. But still. I'm different. Because I'm me. Albeit. A grain of sand. On a vast, sprawling beach. --Jim Broede