The Draft of Confabulates

i have to write.

I walked down the alley of sobersome and yet I found nothing but myself, wondering in the dark corner of the dreaded masquerade of grafitti. There marked the draft of a useless notion, and nothing else more but a mosaic of a dead face. I cannot see good things but darkness. I wonder all alone and see nothing but the wall of ten thousand lies, a picture of myself walking all alone. The reflection was so cruel. I'm getting out of my sanity. I am finding the light I have lost upon entering the alley. I was trying. Then I saw my face bleeding.

 

I was to see the end of the line as I confabulate the last drop of my ink.

Reviews

[Dalebear]

Good write

[Dante Balsote]

Nice! This can be refined (unless of course you confabulate, hehe)! "I have to write." Yeah, powerful! This will be very nice really!

(I think you have put little effort in this one; come on, be serious with this one; this is great!)