I’ve seen a hundred people today
And haven’t yet been truly seen.
No one knows me like the owner of my corner bodega.
untitled no.1
if you stand at the edge of a crevasse and scream into the abyss below "I AM A WRITER"
you are not.
if you gaze out from a stage upon a crowd of eager eyes and proclaim "I AM A WRITER"
you are not.
but if you whisper your secrets to a page and hold it up for all to see:
then yes, you are a writer.