Because what you lacked in creativity you made up with a frayed imagination and eccentricity.
You would degrade your entire being into cut off sentences and years spent in alternate realities.
Your existence was as mundane as the next person's. But
resign yourself to such hollowness.
You were and continue to be a parasite but that one time you immortalised two haggard twins into your barely beating heart.
You were a vacancy that acted as a vacuum.
You continue to be a vacancy.