I don't know how many have been made.
Statement.
I do not want to remember how many been made.
Statement.
I do not want them to be made. Statement.
I do not want to make them. Statement.
...They have been made and I do not know what cause them to appear before me with damning realization.
Something is wrong with them existing?
No, something is wrong with the creator.
Statement.
I am the cause of their creation, and I refuse to burn them.
Full statement taken.
YOU ARE READING
The Writer Standing On a Stool
PoetryA writer with their thoughts and paper can be so tragic. What are the letters is this writer making and What make them so mine splitting to the writer? Are they worth the ink they are written with?
