I think I get you.

And, yes, I won’t be quitting my graduate school, even as much as I want.

Nor my day job. Heck, not even my sports.

Maybe the words don’t flow through my veins.

Maybe they are too deoxygenated.

Maybe they are a message in a bottle.

Maybe my voice must not be heard.

Maybe you just write for me, your egomaniac friend.

Even if these will not ever pay a dime, because it’s not in our blood to preach BS in which we don’t believe. Thank you for writing.

Pp