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We are both storytellers

stuck in a place where words are everything

we need to engage, 

Writing is my passion 

Words that thrill and move

But slowly 

Letting the world build

This is pleasure 

I don't want to run

I want to walk the path

With you

Let us delve into our story

Together 

But people have no patience 

They fire is burning

Burning for satisfaction immediate

Not the banked fire

Meant for a long night of pleasure

I want to know you

To embrace your needs

And then build a world to fit

I want you to do the same

I want you curious and passionate 

I want you to talk and share

And build a world with me

Too many failures 

Too many cowerds

Too many fishing for something 

Too many disappearing after a day or two

Is it me? Is it them?

Is it the lack of willingness to commit

I'll never know

They never reappeared 

If you want

If you think you can

Come to me

Talk to me

Build a world with me

Be honest, be open

And if things go astray 

Tell me why,

Communicate your thoughts

And let's make something special

I write

A lot

I need the story

Let us both be the storytellers

If you got to here

And want to build with me

Come to my chat

And introduce yourself

You don't need to start the tale

You don't need to prove anything

Just be real and open up

Be willing

I don't mind playing the long game

As long as the game is played