The Joys of Putting Pen to Paper
If fingers weren’t typing
you mind was always
jotting down ideas,
always wondering.
Maybe not about the book
you were writing,
but it wondered though
mazes of questions and what if’s.
Social Anxiety kept you chained
to the desk to the internet,
thought it wasn’t like you mind.
Your world spun around
Simon Snow. The books
were your sanctuary,
the films brought your
family together and
the fanfictions kept
you returning.
This was
your home,
when the real one was
being destroyed.
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