As I sit beneath the sun, hidden in the shade of a tree
I search for my reflection, the hidden face that’s me.
As I write beneath the roof, by the light of night
I write for proof, nonexistence causing fright.
As I walk the halls of school, seen not by you
I pass the days in limbo, hoping my thoughts are true.
I am a writer and I am a rat.
I don’t know if that means I write with handwriting as bad as a rat’s,
I don’t know if it means I am as hygenical as a rat when writing,
All I know is that I write and I am a rat.
Welcome to my blog. I will probably update randomly with no apparent pattern or anything like that, but welcome anyways.
