i need to write stories that emobdy art. stories so captivating and beautiful that they make people wonder about them even years aftef reading. i want to haunt people with my writing, pull them in so deep that they drown in these words and never wish to return to the surface, because the magic these fictional lives hold somehow seem to hold more meaning than life itself. i want the words of my teenage self to touch hearts in a way love never could. heck, i’d even laugh in amazement if someone was to read something i’ve written and hate it with such a passion that they spend time to critisize it. because then at least someone had read it. for my words to be heard even when not spoken – that’s all i could ask for in life, really. not money. not publicity...
a voice.