holding a pencil in your hand is entering a land of fantasies, words being formed is a start of an adventure, mysteries lurking for only your descriptions to discover, life that is unknown to anyone but yourself, images of lush meadows with secrets hidden in it's beauty all being written down on the page before you, scribbling down what could be or could've been, each sentence is another step through desolate, arid deserts, sandy golden beaches, glaciers that reach the end of the beginning. I have my fantasies through words, secrets through every sentence, lies that can not be split away from the truth. With that writing utensil in your hand you have become the God of your own world!