i want to write in lines,
intricate, detailed, with scrutiny.

i want to write in colours,
in a plethora, joyful, exuberant.

i want to write in shapes,
geometrical, symmetrical, sometimes out of proportion.

i want to write in rhythm,
in line with the swaying, in touch with the music.

i want to write in matter,
theoretical, a research yet still a mystery.

but most of all,
i want to write,
even if it takes me everything,
everything that this world is made up of.

i want to write,
in my own expense, in my own strength, in my own will.