Sixty One

The hardest part is not to lose oneself.

In the swirls of emotions and witty references, it's easy to get caught up, swept up in the applause and approval, the compliments of apparent realism and extraordinary universal relatability of each and every selected word carefully placed in structures, sentences.

It is so easy to get lost.

One slip between fiction and nonfiction.
and if you're good, if you're that good, if you're too good, no one will notice.
Not even you.

It is so easy to lose yourself in a world made entirely of your creation, a world where you can change everything and anything you want. Everyone says what they should. And everyone feels what you want them to feel.