Writters

The pages of a book extend beyond our existence

They are imagination in itself
Destituded People forsaken to write
Destituded from a normal life

Writing is worth it
Worth almost everything

For in a pag someone can be
inspired to finally do something.

All writers however are nought
like me. There are those who
are accepted for their writing.

But being accepted is only a
clause often overlooked and
counted as pointless

I accept the fact it is
pointless for acceptance is
not friends or anything it
is , just that a simple feeling.