Sitting here and I want to write
About what I don’t know
But i want to
Look, a typo…
That’s terrible I said to myself as I sat at the table, should I give myself a name or say it’s me but not me the person who’s writing, that fictitious author who’s the writer telling a story – that’s different and very deep. Don’t know. I am listening to that miserable music when you’re on hold trying not to listen and focus somewhere else. Not that that’s working either, but it is somewhat. She…oops…. I checked the time. The wait period was almost up.
“Hope they’re punctual.”