I was accused of being



creative


today.

damn, there goes my cover
where am i going to


hide

now?

The words, they flow from my fingers. Like liquid, running out through my hands and out the tips of my fingers. Originating where? I don't know. Not in my head. that's for sure.

I never thought this.

I never wanted this.

it's not even very good.

Good at all he said.