I wrote a book.
It was two pages long and only pictures.
Each of my story's word count grew, word by word, page by page.
You walk past thousands of stories everyday, but the only one who really knows that the ending is tragically beautiful, is the writer.
And that fiction is just lies wrapped in a bottle and shipped out for sale,
So the only way to write a story is by the truth.
And that's when you realize,
our lives are stories wrapped in ribbon to make it pretty,
to hide the truth within the fiction.
We take our stories,
add some twists but base it on our own,
create a life we wish was worth living better than our own.
We pick up a pencil,
erase our mistakes and replace it with something bold,
don't make it something that will be read twice and become old,
become a classic.
Each story I create, each chapter I erase, is apart of who I've become today,
word by word, page by page.
Will you become a fake children's story, or one that is true?
One that people look up to, because they like the way you lived,
the way you could make friends and never bring them down.
Word by word, page by page.
Read or unread, we are all living stories.
