Novelist
You say
Knowing me is wistful
Fleeting
The last, three-minute glow of an autumn sunset.
I’m here
I give it all to you
Tangled
To be sure, but all I have ever felt or will.
My loves,
Hates, tragedies, triumphs,
Hopes, dreams,
Everything I’ve known and want is here in your hands.
Read me.