Tonight, I just want to write. I have not written in such a long time. Don't get me wrong-- I write often, almost everyday-- but I want to just write immensely today. I miss it so much, almost as much as some people I haven't seen in ages. You know, writing and people are so similar. They're both a constant learning experience... But writing, you can always fix and change and erase. With people, though... What's done is done, over with, finished. You never regret anything with writing, 'cause it's never too late to fix things up. But, man, with people, it's a whole different story.
It seems to me like, as of late, writing is the only thing I do right. Everything is so skewed in real life, and then I write, and it's all paradisiacal. You know, words in a good piece of writing always fit together perfectly. No two words in a good writing, no two sentences, are distant from each other. The author's job is to merely reunite those lovers scattered apart from each other, alphabetized and published in long lists called dictionaries. Indeed, a good piece of writing contains no conflict with itself, no strife between words, no contradiction. A constant truth is displayed, a single message, carried over word by word, through a mesh of letters and words and ideas, all holding hands, and traveling down the same path. If only people were like words, and our world a good piece of writing.
But it's not. And in each of our lives, it is rare to find something so brilliant as a good writing. It's even rarer, meeting people that so perfectly blend in with those around them as each of the words of a good writing fits into its unique place like the last piece of a sizable jigsaw puzzle.
And that's why, tonight, I turn to writing: 'cause here, in this great place where people scarcely go, I am a traveling merchant in the realm of Thought and Imagination, gaining the greatest wealth, simply and carelessly, by writing.
And, by writing, I leave the crumpled papers that are our world behind, and live the life of a perfectly placed word in a writing that'd make a Shakespeare proud.
Adonis
