I was tired of seeing this empty.
So I decided to fill it. With a different sort of emptiness, albeit, but it's something, maybe.
On certain nights. If you want it.

Everything's in the subjunctive now.
How boring, how commonplace.

I write. I'm not a writer. There are works
and there are vignettes, but I'm not a writer.
I haven't found anything to vindicate me.
Maybe someday.

I don't like believing in things
but I can. I do. For a while.

I wanted to say that I write things.
I used to draw, I used to art,
but now it's just sort of.
whatever.

That's all.