but my love, what if i told you i wanted to write all of the stories this world has ever seen, told, been apart of?
what would you say to me then, hmm? Am i too ambitious? Am i reaching for the stars? Or am i not reaching far enough - hard enough, not propelling myself, pushing myself forward, when i sit, typing away on my phone, while i should be writing, writing, writing... these words dont form themselves, lest the stories refuse to be forgotten












