Can I be the poem and not the poet?

The admired and not the admirer?

The captured and not the capturer?

The written and not the writer?

The loved and not the lover?

Can I ? for once in life

be the wish and not the wisher, be the yearn and not the yearner.

I've lived as the poet, the admirer, the lover, the writer, the wisher, the yearner.

But for once...

Can I be the moon,

and not the moonstruck?

A story of a forbidden writer,whom writes not to inspire but to understand,this is a storyline of that soul who observes everyone even a little things matters the most in sight of that writer,but never be able to be someone else other point of observation.He tried actual he wrote anonymously about his thoughts and prospectives in hidden meanings,in many hidden ways through his writes.But desires only one thing in returns,To be seen,To be hear,To be exist. And fears to be forgotten like he never existed before.so,that’s he’s decided to write to bleed silently on paper rather than others sights in front.He usual seems to say that sentence mostly:

“ohhh,peoples kindly be careful about your words,yes! What you do or whatever you says something in front of me can be use in my stories”

so,genuinely advice you to be cautious of that.please!

Usually in manners,He used to sit inside his own small room of silence,

Where he composed writes and stories along with a little bit of poetry.

Once he read through out randomly about“CAN I BE MUSE,NOT THE ARTIST”in his regular surveys of anonymous sources and Journals.

He’s been inspired by this phrase,out of curiosity in his admiration He began to think then decided to write about upon it in his own,where’s he found him self reliance and relatability agreed to!

He wrote:

“Enchanted,once only for a while Can I be someone memory to not the rememberence(again).can I be art to rather than being an artist,Can I be the desire of someone to not the choice,Enchanted To be the decision of someone to not the option”…

-anonymous writer