The Authors Vision

The Authors Sculpture

I stare at these empty white papers wondering

what this brain of mine will create next.

Which of my recollections shall I merge with fiction?

to develop a character I created's past, future, or possibly present?

Which of my personalities shall I dissect?

to transform it into a fictional incarnation of my traits?

So I'll write while holding this pen.

Write about all the things I wished for.

 to have access to anything I desired...

to be able to enter a universe entirely created in my mind.

creating every encounter, every destined and unexpected bond, 

and every action that had been ruined due to its consequences.

and now, I am holding this tool.

ready to mold a new being with its range of capabilities.

some might not like the way this story is sculpted,

but some may appreciate every imperfection 

and every emotion that this sculpture portrays through 

the way it appears to feel, alive.

It is like an artist patiently shaping a piece of clay 

to create a novel creation,

putting all his efforts to send the right message to its observers.

now the edge of my tool will soon be too dull to continue its masterpiece.

using all of what's left of its sharpness to mold and bind the entire clay in place.

but it's still too soon for my cutters to wear out.

This piece of work still has too many imperfections 

and too many gaps that need to be discovered and retouched.

but for now, I will let go of my weapon to find new ones

near the things that give me feelings of comfort,

places that spark flames to burn this old equipment

to make a stronger sword for me to hold 

and keep the story going.