Genius

A genius is God perfect human. It has no flaws. Until it starts raining. Rain is the reason he fails. Makes him go home. Take a deep breath and feel life. The pounding of her heart. The blood vessels contracting. A word coming out of his mouth. A hand. And a foot.



Short stories could help him. But they take hard work. As building a house. But in the middle of that crowd, Malcolm didn´t realise that his pen didn´t write. And he failed to acomplish his task. He was going to be killed later on. Shot in the heart.


And dreams are made of cream
And poetry is the genius dictionary of mankind