To be a successful writer, I believe one must have the ability to engineer a thought to a limb; to not only describe the summertime, but afford the reader a subtle breeze, a chance drizzle or even if just the sand between their toes at a crowded beach. I’ve only recently discovered that by tousling words around with similes and metaphors, you form expressions and with expressions, you can arrange a bouquet of flowers for a woman who never gets them, release a hummingbird from its ribcage and impel a Malaysian snow. To be a writer, I believe you need more than just a muse, rather the ambition to touch them with simple words.
For a while now, I’ve been wanting to write you a letter, just a simple letter to tell you how I feel, but I live in a box of pencils that break when I try too hard. Here I am trying to make a sheet of paper beat to the tempo of my heart.