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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