Time To Put Pen To Paper
I sit in a box,
Do work,
And think.
I think a lot.
Perhaps too much.
I get stuck in moments.
Replaying dark snippets of the past.
Longing to relive the highlights.
I fantasize about a better world.
Create characters that reflect parts of me.
I dream and dream.
Jack.
Alice.
Jeremy.
Dimitrius.
Ray.
They're all fake,
But all so real to me.
One day,
They'll make it on a page.
Or at least I hope they will.
Right now they're draft.
Their characteristics still being molded.
Backstories have yet to be crafted.
I know their faces
And their hearts.
So I think it's time I start.
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