away on my way
i want to write something that i am proud of. that i can post all over everything and sign my name at the bottom and people will contemplate the things i say and be interested in the person behind that signature. i want to create something that means something and that travels to people in other places where it means something else. i want to put sentences together that make up a perfect story about a perfect something that makes perfect sense in no way at all. i want to use these fingers for something to do, for something that means something to you. i want my desire to get everything in me from what comes out of me be fufilled. i don't want to hesitate with the alphabet. i want to master the art of making people feel from looking with their tiny little eyes at some patterns on paper. i want my blood to run down my arm and through my hand and out of my tips and onto a page that ends up looking like the victim of some person's outburst of feeling and outpour of emotional rage; mine. i want the rhythm that bothers my brain to be stuck in the head of the person who gets even the smallest amount of truth from my style. i want so many goddamn things. i wish that period left a mark in your brain and you walked away satisfied in a way that only i can do.