Fame

I could be famous. Through laughter, then evil laughter. Maybe sleep. I could be famous if I used all my power. Or I could be desperate. In thinking things. Somehow, secretly. Everyone became more famous than me. No one talks about it. Becoming more and more… Reclusive. Writing things down. I use my powers, but they can sense it. When I use my powers, I tear down energy… Learning to become famous. Play guitar, drums, or the banjo. It’s all about the instrument. Inside and everywhere. I really could be famous someday. I don’t know how. Or maybe I’ll just stand here. Then I fainted.