It’s a Lonely Road

It’s a lonely road

when you write episodes in your head.

Some people don’t understand.

They call it weird.

I avoid the stress

by not paying attention.

I’ve written for years.

I was scared.

The mind is rare.

So is time.

I get better—

more expressive,

more patient,

learning the basics.

Until one day

the way I think

speaks for itself.

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