My Hope For Future Days

Just something random I came up with that's been stewing in my mind for a few days now.

I wish that when I wrote,

it conjured worlds with the click of a keyboard.

I wish that when I wrote,

the characters would spring to life beneath my sprinting fingertips.

I want to make people laugh and cry in the span of a sentence,

make them realize the important things of life,

fall in love with ink and paper.

Someday I hope that my writing will inspire others,

that they will sleep with my creations under their pillows

and rave about them to their friends.

In the meantime I sit,

retyping combinations of twenty-six letters over and over

praying with all my heart that someday I'll get it right.

The End

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