A storyteller...

I'm just a storyteller...


The crumbs of a love,fallen
The filth,that couldn't be washed away
The one dream,of a myopic
The essays,of an everyday...


I carry,all of it,within...


I sit down to write,each of them,yet
There isn't a scratch in my pages...



Some things will never be written,and

I'll be just a storyteller.....