Chapter November Nineteen
What if...
I could achieve
Everything I ever wanted?
Right now.
Oh,
To be like the moon,
An always-shining beacon,
When not even the stars dare to look upon
The ugly, swarming, monstrous face called
'Humanity'
Any further.
I want to be the one
That people look at
And say:
"Wow, how do you do it?"
If only I could...
Finish my manifesto, finish my portfolio, write the next chapter, write the next novel, get more sleep, get more exercise, win something today, win something tomorrow, love today, loved tomorrow, throw away all those "I can only do so much"s,
To erase and erase and erase
These pesky problems,
As simple as using correction fluid
Or holding down the backspace key.
I'm trying, ok?
I'm trying so hard already.
I'm trying to mean something
To the world and to others.
'Time is money.'
Well, fame is costly.
All I hear sometimes is "Wow, how do you do it?"
And sometimes I answer back:
"Well..."
"What if we all didn't need to be like the moon?"
"So what if I can just be myself?"
For now.