If only they knew— The weight of fingers hovering over a screen, The pause before sending, The ache of choosing the right shade of longing. But let them say what they will. The ink knows its own origin. What happens when someone says that your creation is AI generated? How would you feel? So today it is not a post about any poetic musing but my reply to them. Everyone can write but only few can express.. I've been always saying that the translated part of my writing are AI translated but the English parts are of my own and sometimes the other languages too, which I use, apart from Chinese because I just started to learn this and I don't know almost anything about it. But I really want to learn it.. This was not easy for me to start writing again, after years. But I did with everyone's encouragement. Looks like not everyone values this. My creation is my own world, my precious belonging, bits and pieces of me.. Please don't insult them this way 🙏🏻 Lastly, you're welcome to read and enjoy my writing, if you really love them. I'm happy that it can extend some comfort to you in some way. Let it be like how it is. Let's just be ourselves. Thank you so much 🐾