Story

This is what I end up thinking about when I have no time to write.

Story

I wish to write it.

i sit.

Homework, report, test.

time ticks.

clock stops not.

times stop not, work stops not, life stops not.

the character calls.

that story on me, write it.

2 weeks ere you last wrote.

you know me, you wrote me, but did not finish.

curse thee o writer that hast started, that createth, and finishethe not.  cursed and damned oh imperfect dragon, that thou set a flame but did not complete the cherub of fire.  o revealer of half tails.

before the courts of art, thou shall not avail.

it waits as a custommer not served.

it lingers as a box without a lid.

it groans as a mouth that can not spea a wordk.

indeed it remains as a valley not explored, as an audivisual memory and oew collage half thought, and a tale not heard.  it is a hapf had journe and an incomplete walk.

an unfinished chapter, an unended talk.

an unspoken ponologue, o is this unfinished lit

A play half thought, an incomlrete future skit.

no scene to complete it, when will it end.

the sad truth is, I have no clue my friend.

glory to 1 that creates and completes.

for i am not him, and never accomplished such feets.

oh magnificent story daily would i give to thee.

that thou mayest be complete, for eternity.

but the day of your conversion must later be.

now stagnant thou remainest, an unended story.

but your character develops, and behold the day will come.

when I will have time, and you oh story, a total definite sum.