I don’t have anyone to write for, or to-
I do my best writing when it’s inspired
So now it’s just muscle memory.
If I don’t write my fingers will go on strike.
I think they’re sad though, like me
They know that with no one to write to
It’s all in vain
Unfortunately, it’s all they know how to do.
They don’t get held.
So, they write.
If for no other reason than spite.
They write.