Jan 7, 2018
The Writer and his friend
Once upon a time there was a writer. His friend loved his words so much and thus he said, “Can I kiss your mouth?”. The writer replied, “Your mouth is powerless — say it, I’m yours.”. He kissed the writer, his friend, his foe. He kissed, he did. To the shadows of his lips, the writer woke his words. They both did.
One morning they stood, both heads stood up he said, “You’re such beauty.” he replied, “Beauty is powerless, so am I.”
The night passed where no sad lines were written. Nothing was written, at all.
