I wish I had the skill, grace, and eloquence of the Creator to draw the eager words from my mind and body and spin them into a masterpiece of thought and imagination; the creation of a living and breathing picture of words that form in the readers mind as they read the simple letters. Inanimate letters and words are given life and they begin to demonstrate their purpose and life all on their own. I wish I were an artist and these letters were my medium through which the world would see me. Letters forming words, words forming sentences, sentences forming images, images forming experiences and feelings taking you through who I am and what I am feeling.
Who are my teachers? Intellect? Emotion? Experience? Masters of patience and perseverance, they offer me tools to use but not how to use them coherently. Thoughts run wildly and uncontrollably running their own course and recruiting their own letters to serve them. Chaos and Dissonance free the thoughts and letters from their inhibitions and self control and cackle madly at the pandemonium they have caused. I am left deep in this bedlam left only with my reason and tools given to me. Where do I begin? How do I cultivate such chaos and dissonance into something coherent and beautiful?
I wish...I were better at sculpting my words.
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