I sit in piles of unwritten adventures
Unwritten stories waiting to be used
The twists and turns all unique in their own
But i cannot use these half-stories
Because, of course, none are good enough
I am not a writer of tales
I am not a publisher worthy of recognition
There are no rhyming couplets
There is no revolution ripping the page
There are no ends
There are no beginnings
There is nothing to be made of
The theory of half-stories is just that
It is an idea in theory, but not in reality
Who is the daring realist?
Who is the troubled lover?
Who do i choose to mold?
What story cannot be finished is a story that cannot be created
For it makes no sense
It would not be enough
The ego wrapped and entwined inside
The truth bubbling
This is not a story
It is not finished
It will not finish
But some of our best stories go unfinished
How great would it be
If we could finish
What
We
