Chasing Time

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠

October 20

The next day you woke up the same hour the sun woke up. Feeling inspired. You get your morning coffee and grab the book you fell asleep reading. Keeping coming back to this story, because there's something about it that you can't really get your mind off of it.

Now that you know my story, where I'm acting rather unusual, but this isn't my fault, I just appeared here and created according to the writer's imagination; my voice isn't even my voice anymore, my story either or anything about me inside these paper lines.

I'm sorry for not having the same power over my own subconscious or the way I express my self like you do.

I wish I could do the same things you are doing right now like sipping your coffee, thinking about that boy you saw earlier at that cafe, learning yourself, getting to look the way you look and not having to think about why we're you just plunged into this world of literature.

My writer had other plans, let's say she was not so generous with my character. My writer made me too stern and practical, having cared for myself in a rough back story. I guess it was to touch more the readers. Would it work ok you. Would you be able to understand me for who I am?

Overall, I wish we were in the same world, so that you could see and feel what I feel and what would've felt being, normal?

I also wished you could hear what I'm thinking right now and just understand me but you're too consecrated on the story.

As you turn the pages of this book, the narrator somehow manage to keep you coming back here. He guides you through this story about two young people falling in love the right way with the right person. But there's something about how he tells you the story that makes you wonder what about your love with his, the guy you met at the cafe.