Plagiarism.

Speaking with a friend, I congratulated her on the first plagiarism of her work.

It's something special. It's the first time that you create something that will make others wish they came out with that, badly enough as to steal it.

It's theft, to be sure. It'll make you feel as if somebody stole your underwear. After all, what is more private than our thoughts?

I recommended that she framed it. However, I can see how there's a difficulty with that.

I still keep mine. It was the first attempt to use my pen as a throwel to build a bridge. Three people came out to claim the work. Only the last one (me) was the one behind it. You might recognise it, though my writing has evolved somehow.

I never stopped searching for you, click here.