My pen hates me,
My brain betrays me,
The paper shakes off my words,
Like a wet dog,
The paper is instead decorated with,
Pencil shrapnel,
And erase shavings,
I write something down,
Then hate it,
What a beautiful picture,
The cement that invades my imagination,
Creates,
After all,
An artist doesn't choose the medium,
The medium chooses them.
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So I live? If anyone cares? Haha, anyways I'm finally getting around to organizing my book. Hopefully, it'll be published one day. Then again you know what they say about hope.
Kisses<3
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