The telling

I don’t feel so empty,

But that’s okay.

I don’t feel so alone,

That’s okay too.

I feel elation coursing through me, liquid lightning in my veins.

When I write I’m a vessel, a dial up modem for creation.

I must.

They compel me to do so.

What would I be without them?

Their hurts, their stories,

Their evil deeds and tales of glory.

I would be alone,

I would be empty.

But I’m not,

Not until I’m done telling their tale.

Then comes the void of being empty and alone.

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