If you were wonderful you wouldn't have flaws. If you were wonderful you would be perfect. But lets say you were perfect. The laws of school and middle school say you're mean. You can't be a conman, you have to choose which one is best. You can't be wonderful and perfect you have to choose which one is best. But of course you can't tell what's best, it's always your parents that knows best. Like she said, "Mother knows best" unfortunately that's true...in some ways.
We all wonder. But if your were to wander in another world...Oh! Wait, it's called "imagination". We could put it that, if your that kind of person but of course, you not. Sorry that should have to been obvious, but right now I rather be wondering. Probably away from all your problems. It's complaining. All the time. It's not fair to be the dummy to take all the beatings...as long as there happy in the end.
Let's walk through a portal, go down a different hall. That's what a writer is. What if I said, "Jump" What if I said, "Die" What if I said, "You could learn to love" it would all be in a book, it would all be in a writing, It would all be in ink.
Try all, try to focus, try no music, try no coffee, try to confess, try not be you. We have to wonder. Wonderful is the word used to describe us. But we seem to be on the outside like lonely wanders. Were not understood, were not normal, but you fall in love with what's written on the page. I'm a writer, I'm me, and not you. So tell me if I'm so, anything. Why do you enjoy this ink on this page.
