I am but a blotch of ink on a white paper surface.
I am, cause you made me so. I am not, because you made me so...
Where am I to go, when there are no place to go?
Trapped in this white void of nothingness.
I want to scream, but I cannot... because you won't make it so.
I cannot exist without you, yet you can exist without me.
Please don't abandon me! Don't throw me out!
I wasn't even born, and yet I do not wish to cease existing!
Please, finish me! Don't leave me here in this emptiness! Do I not deserve to be written?
Why did you form me at all, when you will kill me before I was even born... mother?
I was playing around with the idea of a main character in a story which the author decides to abandon. An "unfinished story". And thus, he is doomed to stay forever unwritten. Nothing but half a creation. And half a creation will go unknown to everyone but the creator. And, in the end, forgotten. Farewell you unborn hero.