escape this world.

with words, endless words, for they kiss your eyes and lift your heart to the clouds.

I only know how to write what I know. So what do I know? I know how something happened. I now how an ideal situation would unfold. I know my own imagination. But when nothing is certain—when words are jumbled into what ifs and what not’s, then I don’t know. I cannot write if my thoughts are not tangible, if they are not comprehensive. I need to be able to see them, feel them. That is the only way my words come out.