Literature
Look Inside Me
If I could write out my story, pour out my very soul into a message, and spin an amazing tale made up of perfect phrases, maybe you would understand.
If after reading this, you'd sit back in your chair breathless, suddenly lost in another world, if but for a mere second before continuing on in the real world... then maybe it would be enough to make a connection to you.
But it is impossible. I am never heard. I speak worlds, yet only sounds come out. I type wonder, yet only words appear. How can an arrangement of letters be so powerful, yet so meaningless?
I think people see only what they wish to, or perhaps they simply lack the ability to