I have written this. I have set the terms and the characters in it, the setting is perfect, well to me at least. I walking towards this and along the way, there are characters coming and going. Only few stay but the important ones.
I have written this, I didn’t include you, sorry. I remember one time, you wanted to be written on this but I had to figure if you’re worth the ink. Through that, I have torn my walls down, so I could investigate only not to find you there. Weird, I know but I’m thankful. That part of the book made me realize that I could let the walls stay down, but I could build a minefield. So that’s how it is now, people can walk freely, but I decide if I will let them take another step. One, to save them from getting blasted, or let them take it. I have always said, I may not be always nice, I may not be or will ever be a ray of sunshine but I was never cruel, I’m always fair. I would always tell you the truth, that I guarantee.
I have written this, the walls are never going back up but the bombs stay. I’m no longer armed, for I have realized it is cowardly. But for anybody who dares to go in, I will allow them armed with the best that they have. I will carry with me my tongue and give me time for a conversation, that’s all. Sometimes, I would need a pen, not to stick it in your jugs but to write with. I heard it’s be mightier than the sword.
I have written this, not the whole book. I let the chapters work their way to what I’ve written. If you open the book, it is filled on the first 3 soon to be 4 chapters, blank in the middle, but the end is written. Not that I predict that’s exactly what’s going to happen, I’m no psychic. But that’s the end game. That’s what I’m working for. That’s where I’m headed.
I have written this, but I wrote it backwards. I started from the back before my pen even touched the front. It’s nothing glamorous, it’s nothing grand, it’s not about what I have but what I’m in. If I’ll paint it, it wouldn’t be appealing, that I know of. But of course to me it’s my Mona Lisa, my Sistine Chapel. I’m the artist and all the tourists that sought for them. Elements of 2 and with me makes us 5. All in black and white.
-juliet 04012018 1641