when can i get my self-appointed titles ?
could i write something tangible?
something i can play back and see beauty in?
something that leaves me no questions when i ask myself what i want?
once i write it, i think this life would begin to make sense.
like an uncontrollable cascade or crescendo i would see clearly through the shroud of my worries.
and maybe i'd continue to write, i'd keep writing until i can organize them along my shelf.
and eventually i'll look back through them, and apologize to the girl that wrote them.