Not sure how I ended up here.
It’s already chapter 2
and I can feel the tension
between my character and yours.
No I don’t think I’m supposed to be here.
I’m more of a diamond in the rough
slowly being shaped by my Creator.
You remind me more of a child
who pulls that silly putty
waiting for it to snap.
And that’s okay, because I’ve been there too.
But the aftermath is ugly if I may point out,
the putty takes a lot of kneading to piece back together.
Seems odd for me to say as I leave this plot behind,
but no one said this had to be your story either.