I’ve always hated libraries.

It hurts to see all these books,

all these legacies people spent their lives writing,

waiting for hands that never come.

It’s nauseating, this idea

to be a writer, to be shunned while you're alive

for not having a real job,

and destined to die along with your work.

 

But we can’t tell them that.

We can’t let them see the dust,

the silence that swallows

even the best of us.

So we tell them the stories matter.

We tell them someone will remember,

and maybe that’s a lie,

but we keep writing anyway.