The Ambition of a Writer.
I’d travel all seven seas, and spend a night in Atlantis just so one can understand the depth from which I speak.
On the days I feel all hope for my creativity has vanished,
My heart skips a beat, I begin to bleed ink,
I regurgitate my passion.
My vocabulary expands its horizons, as my composition book fills itself with growth – and I am no master at life, but in my world imagination knows no limits.
I look outside my window, and all that appears is a blank canvas, a world unprepared for the voice of the unspoken artists…