i search for beautiful words, entangled with hidden meanings. i intend (and wish) to write, to create sentences that don\'t just pleasure the ear, but also the mind.
and yet, no matter how hard i search, no matter how deep i dive into the ocean of pleasurable and divine words, my longing and thirst for eternal beauty never seems to be satisfied.
are there too many written words or to less?
i wish to be a good writer, enchanting dreams and fantasies with the mere use of a few sentences.i want my head to be charmed by eternal and ocean-deep inspiration, to be gifted by the present of a clear (and yet hidden) expression.
there are too many words to know them all.
a heart-breaking truth, which i came to realize in a mix of rage and sadness.