I want to be one of those people...

A Poem by Fuchs

This is more of an emotional unloading for me... not a poem...

I want to be one of these irresponsible fools who stay up till 3 am, writing some of those useless stories on an abandoned science fiction forum, trying to stay as silent as possible and carefully eating from that bag of Doritos they found half eaten on the kitchen shelf, knowing that they have to wake up in 7 that very morning.

I want to be one of those bookworms, with the big rounded glasses, the ones everyone avoid sitting near. Those people who practically eat, s**t and sleep in the public library. Reading whatever they get their hands on - be it books or the back cover of a cereal box, so long it has letters on it…

I want to be like one of those naive, small town folk, who come all they way to the big cities, having no possession left except for their small suitcase, hoping to make their dreams come into reality, only to relocate themselves in a homeless shelter, and hear the sound of the door getting slammed in front of them, over and over again.

I want to look like one of those people who long ago lost control over their body, the people who sit alone, in their dark rooms, with only the company of the home repaired lamp they bought for 2$ in the nearest gas shop, violently typing on their typewriter, in frightening speed, with every muscle of their body fully tense, looking like they are about to break it every moment. Sweating and breathing heavily. The people who will not stop typing. Ever. Even if their fingers started to bleed and their fingernails pickle.

I say this with my entire heart behind it

I want to be a writer.