Sad Labels:
frailties
When you write, in a manner such as this, those who happen to read tend to assume they are receiving a clear picture of you. Writing is just that. A creative outlet. One tiny flaw amplified until it fills the page.
I am not the alcoholic poet. She is just a cuticle on one finger of one hand. I am not broken nor lost. I'm just writing. Like no one's there.
There is no other way to write.
When you write, if you're good enough, you become the character. I guess I should be flattered that I've become her to such an extent that so many believe I'm her.
It's easy though, to become her.
The hard part is going back to being me.
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