What's a story without purpose.
My heart flutters uneasy when I think about my final draft.
I stapled my soul to another page not knowing what happens when both pages rip apart.
There are two tiny holes eternalized.
Forever missing those fragments.
Forever just a little empty inside.
The first page needs a new staple.
The ending needs to be rewritten -trash the other page, staple another.
What will be the new ending to my story?
What do I write on the next blank page?
I have no ******* clue.
Honestly, I'm still stuck on the first draft.
Naive enough to get attached, I thought it was absolutely perfectly dreadfully uncensored.