There is a satisfaction in writing the perfect sentence.
Author C.S. Lewis, in The Dawntreader wrote the perfect sentence. I am satisfied in his sentence.
“There was once a boy named Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.”-C.S. Lewis
This proves to me it can be done. What and why and how CAN be written, can be given to paper. Though I cannot seem to quite get out what exactly I mean, what I feel can be said. I just have to find it. I have to play with words; I have to spend the time with my pencil and my paper and my mind and soul.
I have to let them meet.
It’s happened before. I’ve let them meet;
I’ve provided the environment.
The quiet or the noise or the sound…
the sitting , the standard, the walking, the running.
It’s different sometimes just as its the same.-E.D.G.