Eloquence, to an extent
I want to write without borders. Without a laid-out frame of points and keywords. I want to write unbounded. I want to exclude the confines of conventional writing, those taught in school. I want to write a novel, a poem, a short story or even a single sentence that captures that illustrious moment of blankness that is albeit inspiring to writers. I’ve always wanted to write a book that shall be talked about by scholars, discussed as literary coursework in school, a book that is remembered when my time to leave this world arrives. I thought about the promises of fame and being content with achievements yet to be pondered upon.
No. I want to write. Because i want to write.
And I ponder and ponder on.
Enormity at its tiniest, that’s where I’m standing in.
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Where no one else has ever been.