📝 Blog Post: As I Wish

As I write. As I type. As I adapt manifestation of expression. Minimalistic approach to words. Elegant simplicity. Poems hidden in lines; lines hidden in words. Games conjured by accidental voice in my head. Head full of narrators and whispers of collected memories. Ghosts of something deeper. Coherence lost a while ago. The machine took it away. I wonder on deserted landscapes searching truth hidden behind dunes. You seek oasis, I seek breath of life. That which gave birth to the object of your affection. Perfection. Perfection is inhuman. I dreamed of perfect print, perfect words, perfect length. Embarrassed by nonsensical ways of language; my own. Affected by complains of clarification. I stumble upon my own tongue. Mix and change in choices of language. A Spanish sentence construction, an English word here, a few Dutch there; for the few I am not able to find, primitive sounds. Which often makes love ones chuckle. I lurk the writing circles, not much to add. My writing is my own.…