I Want to Write

I want to write. I don't mean that I simply want to empty my mind of all the words it carries, I mean true writing. I want more out of this hobby of mine and I want more for it.

I want to draw paintings with my words. I want to create pictures that you can see with your eyes using nothing but generic little letters strung together. I want those letters to dance to a symphony that is the sentences they make and I want them to merge together into a portrait with more dimensions than should be possible. I want all those wordy images to move against each other with the fluidity and grace of dense mercury.

I want my words to feed off each other and become more than mere words. I want them to say more than they were created to say and I want them to scream magic louder than voices were ever meant to scream. I want my words to be art and power intermingled into letters that hit you right in the heart of your soul and make you feel against your will.

I want to write so when you break the lines apart and see what ink made the words you find mind, spirit and soul. I want to write feelings as though they are a language I am explaining to the deaf and blind. I want my words to radiate passion and I want them to ignite inspiration as they burn through and through. I want them to scar their way off the page and I want them to leave irrevocable trace.

I want to write the way writing was meant to be done -I want to write art that inherently imprints change. I want to write.