Sunday, June 21, 2009
i long to create something beautiful and true. but i’m not an artist, a musician, a writer, a scientist. and yet i wish i were. a desire so strong inside me always with nowhere to go. a constant restlessness. all that’s left to me are actions, acts. a thing exactly as it is, is what makes it beautiful. the more real something is, anything at all, the more beautiful it is.