The Scribe

In trying times, commit and jump.

I’ve ran the world 3 times over inside my mind but I may have only just skimmed the surface of life. There’s an awful long way more to go and we’re plagued by the uncertainties. Who could’ve guessed that I’m sitting atop this fenced shaped pedestal so far into my responsibilities to carve a tasteful mirage of a better life when I first set out for these shores.

With my languid style, I cant help but wonder when the next transformation train will arrive. I want to be a writer, but a distinct loathing for my own scribbling is evident. I have laid my hands on acting, the portrayal of someone I’m desperately not has only earned me this far and this much. So I beg the question, who am I?

Aesthetically, I am who I am. But there’s a current below this demeanour that would sweep us away.

This society is built on reputation, my reputation is not of this society.

Sincerely,

Jinn

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