• If my name was That, would I be happy?
    If my name was That, could I leave these bounds?
    I could live so free, as my character.
    I could live happily, as my character.
    It would be different, fun, weird, odd.
    It would be a disaster, a catastrophe, some trouble and harm.
    I realize the things that happen to her.
    I realize how lucky I am that I’m not her.
    I have come to realize I’m her complete self.
    I have come to realize she is me and I am me.
    Could it be?
    Could I be right?
    Is she the one I am?
    Am I the one I am not?
    This truly is a strange dilemma.
    This truly is a writers curse.
    “I must bare this heavenly weight,
    Of all the stories that await,
    All the stories that are mine to create,
    All the reasons that this is my fate.”