Placing his head within his own hands, the Author wept and cried, "Everything I create is always lesser than what is."
He touched the paper and tears bled with ink.
I have shed nothing, he thought, but this is shed for me.
Inspired by an omelette, a cup of coffee, and a lot of mistakes.
2 comments:
beautiful...
(forgive me, i'm just checking in).
katie
You're alive...
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