What if the words were just to flow
from my fingertips like honey from the comb?
What if writing were a curse
and not a blessing?
What if people misunderstood writers?
What if there’s no such thing as writer?
What if What if What if
What if writing had different forms?
What if writing has a shape, a name?
What if writers are untrue to themselves?
What is writing?
Is there writing without freedom?
Is writing more than mere words?
Is writing life?
Are writers weak or strong?
What do people think about writers?
What do you think about writers?
Do writers waste their time writing?
And what had they better do else?