If a Writer

I want to write something here

that would make you see me in a new light.

I want to say something that is so profound

that you will long to be my friend,

I want you to think of me when I’m not there.

I can’t think of anything to write

that would provoke that type of response.

Just the fact

that I want you to feel anything at all about what I write

negates the desire behind it.

I don't want to care whether you read it or not.

I don’t want to "need" you to read it.

I want you to read it and to know

 that I don’t care if you read it or not.

You should be insignificant to me.

You are not.

Your significance comes

in the need of you to read my writing.

Without you my pages wrinkle, yellow and crumble

without ever being shared.

Without you the significance of my writing is null.

The nothingness of who I am without you,

gives you value.

Your value gives me value.

We have created a symbiotic union with each other

by our interaction alone.

If a writer fills a page in the woods

and nobody reads it,

did he really fill the page at all?

                                                          Douglas c. Face