Damn The Author

I was a reader...

So I read.

Page after page, word after word—

But the more I read,

The more it dawned on me, a question,

A question so tangled, that the more I tried to solve it, the more I lost myself.

I searched for answers, read countless books, only to find more questions waiting for me.

'I tried my best, I truly did, but no answer came.'

So I ask you

Can you answer my question? The question that permanently resided in my head.

'If an author created the world with words, but it came alive only in the reader's mind, who truly owned the story– the one who wrote it, or the one who believed in it?'