When I say I wish I could draw, I wish to let others glimpse what I can see. To make the world I see beneath my eyelids, Something tangible substantial real. Something more than a mere illusion. But, half the beauty is in its impermanence, And the other half, in impossibility. Nothing is ever quite as perfect as it was before it left the confines of my mind. how I envy the ones who have proven otherwise.
