I had a dream, a dream more real than reality itself
To write is to imagine and to imagine is to be a Creator and one must became a destroyer first in order to create something as Nietzsche wrote in “Thus spake Zarathustra”
Words, words and words have magic
To think clearly is to write down every single thought in such a lucid manner that the a new world burst out of the old one
I became ashes and blew away with the wind
I turned into a star and shine again in words only
To create life out of life. An artist took birth and order came from the chaos
A writers dream is to write and write and keep on writing and to be read and inspired
The Portrait of an Artist 