Rewriting My American Novel

I'll spread myself across this page.

be present a pound the stage .

maybe then my memory won't fade.

my life no longer a passing phase .

try to sketch every piece of me in to eternity 

just to regain my sanity 

I AM LOSING IT 

trying to find myself among the pages 

they are all faded 

covered in my ink 

dated 

maybe I will never make it 

I crave this 

exposing my inner self on the pages 

no one will ever read my tales 

I'll go back on the shelves 

maybe there I will find myself 

writing in the empty spaces

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