What I want?
Doesn't exist.
I've looked around for so long.
So many trail lead me wrong, what I hoped to seek never wanted me and what I had never wished t know had found its way to me.
Not only did it spot me, it stalked me, it shadowed me. It wanted to become me.
Would you want to be me?
A writer?
Who fights with pens and pencils really any writing utensil.
Not to jab in words that make hurt your heart or rub your ears wrong but to let not everyone else know who I am but to prove who I want to be because nothing was able to shadow me..
What I want?
Doesn't exist.
Not yet.
