I hope one day to be read by a scholar the careful counting of my lines calculating their cadence upon some parchment, it matters not
I hope one day to be read by a child swirled spirals capturing the margins as she rewrites her own story over the words to match the colors and dragons in her head
I hope one day to be read or written on the back of some hand a wishful keepsake for a day inspiring some great thoughts or little ones, at leastβPerhaps!
Perhaps Iβll never be read by some insightful stranger or inspire grandiosity at all
instead conserve unspoken words by ink to paper
-- c
I have many a dream, and one is to become a full-time poet and novelist. Instead of following that dream, I decided to write a blurb about it.