Random Leaf #848 precisely cut

I have dreams too—

you know?

And not just some silly dream

the world wants us to be dreamers of.

Politics,

science,

mathematics,

architecture—

these are great dreams,

but they just aren’t for me.

I actually wanted

to become a teacher, but—

I guess

I wasn’t really cut out for it.

I’m really not good with people.

I get terrified easily.

So—

the next best thing for me to want

is to write—

write about thoughts,

things,

scenarios,

dreams,

of unrequited loves,

poetry, prose,

and many more—

to make people want to think.

The deeper the thoughts become,

and the simpler the words used—

all the better.

So—

you might find me lacking

in my big-word vocabulary,

but I try to make do,

so people could understand me more.

That is—

if people would also love to read.

But it’s too late for me now.

It’s already too late.