a deep blue typewriter
anxious right now
rather be in the cloud
always alone but get well with the writers' hands
dream of jumping around
worried about I will be abandoned one day
would like others to think I am useful
quietness keep me awake at night
Finishing a masterpiece
no inspiration for a single line
broken during a creative work
at 2 pm
be a helper
i lived

There are always two voices in my heart
the right way and the wrong way
Which way?
I find an excuse to persuade
young and naive?
or
the ocean goes with wave