When I see nothing but the lines twist and turn and form symbols, I see emotions and ideas and my mind. I see you. I want to write because I want to see you. More than anything�as if my life depended on you; because my life depended on you.
If only I could write forever, then I'll know I'm still good at something; still good for something. If I can write forever, I can hold on to the last glimmer of hope of ever becoming you.
If I no longer exist, my words will. And with my words come emotions and ideas and my mind. With my mind, you become forever.