My Dream
Location
My Dream
My
Dream
Is
To
Write
.
But not just write.
I want to
W
R
I
T
E
.
In the elongated,
Lifestylistic,
Financially illiterate,
Coffee drinking,
Misunderstood,
Brooding,
moody
Sense of the word.
I don’t just want words on a page.
I want the
little
in-between
bits.
The late night character forming sessions
The tortured plot choices
The use of a typewriter in order to improve spelling
The trashing of said typewriter because my spelling does,
And always will,
Suk. (damn you auto correct!)
The frustrated spouse
The curious children
The dip of toes into a pool of cool insanity
the writers hang out where all participants sit on uncomfortable chairs quietly sipping espressos in a crappy, one room apartment that Josh rented for 6 months to finish his latest novel in.
sip sip
Sop.
Glamour? No.
Fame? No.
recognition? Welp, that’d be nice, but no.
I just want words.
And all that comes with them.
My dream is to write
And to struggle to realize my dream.
I’m a cynical optimist,
But it’s okay with me.
I don’t know much grammar
And I use commas wrong all, the, time.
But the ink pours out of my veins
Which I think
Is what
Happens
To those
Who were born to write
So I’ma just write
And if what I compose
moves
even
one
then
I’ve done
All I can do.