Ain't It?

I must write even if it is about nothing at all. Even if the walls fall down and the clouds land on my head like lead filled zeppelins I will continue to write. Even if the sun moves to another cleaner galaxy for cheaper rent and there is no light I will continue to pound out words. Even when you all are gone-- picked apart by vultures, run over by trucks, overdosed on pills—I will continue to write. I will write for all time because words are the only thing that will last forever. Romantic ain’t it?