I woke up to new words. New paragraphs. New pages. I should have been used to it by now, I'd been like this since I was first thought if. When I was an idea and nothing more.
I want something more to than ever changing stories. Possibly have the plot of Pinocchio where I could be more than words. Just once I'd like to be able to have a conversion work a real person not a figment of imagination.
Sadly that'll never happen. I'd have to be pure magic for me to be real. For me to be a person.
