I've been stuck.
I've been stuck...
at a part in this book...
I've been stuck
at a part in this story I've been writing,
because I really didn't know where to go.
Obvious statement. Whatever.

I am surrounded.
I am surrounded by pieces of writing, and stories, and literature, and people, and poems that inspire me to fight.
I am surrounded by stories, and love,
and I've looked to them...
I am surrounded by love, and I've been looking for a way forward.

I found it.
I found the path.
I found a path.
I found the story that I needed to hear, and feel...
I found a story that lead me to the place where I belong.
I found a story.
I found a love that helped me realize what to write next.

Is it wrong I want to end it so soon?
Is it wrong to end it so soon?
Is it wrong to end a story?