Chapter 61: The mind of a child

My world is slowly crumbling away. I want to be a writer, I want to publish tons of books. I want my name to be remembered, I want someone to know my name. But how can I be remembered if I can't step outside? Who am I without a pen? Who am I if I can not write? Who do I become? I feel worthless without the words that jumble in my head but I am no poet, I am no soldier, and I'm no fighter. Does anyone read my mess of emotions? Will anyone understand? I have dreams, i have hopes but a bottle of pills lie at my feet.