Strive for mythical perfection, how with out critique?
I'm aware of trial and error, yet I must press to find favor.
Stress nor pacing not an uncommon trait; However Imagination
never seems to be mislead? Strange, is the will to create such a masterpiece
the only truth? I say not! for fulfillment of ones desire, to search deep within the torment and grace of soul is the true creation of literary art. When there is no distraction from review unlimited is the artists view, for eyes to read and lips to question; besides no one ever understands the intentions. So as I pondered for suns and moons I realize the obvious truth.......For all this time I sat and gave, my heart my soul my tears my pain, I find the lack of communication between writer and reader interrupts the intentions of poetic gain. In all this time I've found no one truly cares what is written down. So shall I dream to become a bright star...No, I wish to remain emotionally far.