Will the world ever perceive me as I am? Greatness, flaws, and dreams all balled up into a man? This is not the times for second thoughts. I can’t take it back like the opened alcohol I brought. I write this to let everyone know what I fear. So close, so far, I feel the success is near. My mind works so fast I can write a million books. If that’s what it takes to get a glance or steal your looks. I let the pen run dry with no excuse. Or my keyboard can break after I pay my dues.
WUI = Writing Under the Influence
That’s pretty dangerous too