Tonight is a bad night and here's the thing-
If you stop reading the book, the characters will still die.
And I stopped reading, but they're still dead
and would be dead at this point, even if I had read on.
And everything's a metaphor for bigger things, isn't it?
What am I to do other than hope these fictitious plots come no nearer to reality?
YOU ARE READING
Pondering
PoetryI write because emotion spills out of me. This is a collection of my poems and other writing. "My words are tiny pieces of me, each one specially woven just for you. And I will give, and give, and give, and give, until I am nothing and I become your...
