2jun 'Fiction' edit+text
I write. I always write - that’s my job, my hobby, my life.
What do I write about? - about people, about nature, about drama, about bliss, about death, about life, about friends, about love.
I love to write: to create worlds; to build and destroy; to rise and let them fall; to let them find love and then lose it all. I love to write… but why do I hate it now? Why do I hate it now when I wait for you to get out of that room; to get out with a smile and to tell me everything is all right; when I hope for you to just get out and for your heart to still be beating while you do?
We’re the perfect match. Why do you make me worry now? I write, you act. I created it for you and you reproduce it for me. I need you and you need me. So, now, tell me - the story of the two boys that met just like that, that started hanging out just like that, that fight for nothing just like that, that love each other no matter what… The end of this novel, how am I supposed to write it? Tell me.
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I posted this in my tumblr some time ago (the text and picture separately)
and yesterday it jumped in my head that I can post it here too, so here ^^
I do think this can be a nice story, though I can't build it...
and I'm sorry it's not in LJ cut, but it's messing with me. =_=