A human can tell a story through words, pictures, songs, paintings and pretty much everything else. I go for words. When these fantastically magical letters get together they can create art, something that arises directly from who you are. What you think. And who you are about to be. They express anger, tearing the papers apart. Messing with all those emotions going on inside.They dream as they fly over the mind. They love as the papers can't let go of all the beauty in the world.They hurt just like a knife. They think when they question what you think. It can go far beyond our imagination and create a world of fantasy. That's all I can ever wish for, a paper and a pen... leaving me alone with a universe of possibilities. Just me and a pair of wings to fly in the unknowns.