What ?

  Writing ?

  Have I ever done something like that ?

  Of course not. Leave me alone.

  Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.

  My sole solace is silence.

  And you're disturbing it.

  Leave me to my quiet delight.

  A story about of me ?

  About of itself ?

  You're kidding, right ?

  That doesn't exist.

  Because neither I or the story, do.

  This is a mess. That's what it is.

  A mess.

  As such, I would like you to stop talking about of it.

  I'm talking about of you, the one who whispers inside

  Ideas seeming good yet with no substance behind.

  I don't want to write. I didn't. Stop it.

  What ? Writing ? Stop it.