I write for me

Today I asked Venus for a blessing in creative arts. This she told me and said to me "Can you hear me?" People write to make money to avoid drowning. They make a boat in their scribbles. Some keep them to themselves like a submarine. Some like me give them to the world for free so that one can float with friends. But in each act there is a price of a type of drowning. She told me, it's no fault of mine lest I whine. To give poetry away for free is to be so close to the earth as to struggle with dollars and cents. If I want to write give this peace of parchment back of what I told thee. It's a peaceful non abandonment clause, but only a do not disturb sign on a door so as to not be bothered by the maid. I will write things just for me that is like random diamonds that don't require the strict survival sheet so as to keep my obligations to me.