MIA: Words

I have moments, usually when it's late at night and I'm most tired, when I know that I am only pretending to be a writer. I am not creative enough to be a writer. I begin to wonder what alternate creative outlets I might pursue when the universe reminds me that I would never have the genius to utilize nipples this way. I cry a little and then I just accept that it's my destiny to attempt ingenius employment of adverbalizers forever anon in obscurity. Still, I wish I had thought of it first.