Your precious hands

Recently I spoke with a friend in regard to the great lie that is fiction. 
At this point I’m pretty sure it’s mostly just kite design.
If it takes enough air, it will fly.
And fiction is a lie, until enough people believe you.

We all carry our weight against the exaltation of others.

I’m the harshest critic.
I'll be the last one in line.
I want the shortest breath, and that's what writing is.
Choke me, I’m breathless when I see you.

Every author with every sentence casts a net,
and that is nothing new...