A life story

It is an impossibility to change how someone views you, and regardless, it will never be exactly how you view yourself. Sometimes I want to write the greatest work I will ever write and then exist only in words, and afterwards, hope that my life would be understood. Maybe my story would be written with the right details, and maybe I would be spelled correctly. I want to tell my entire story that no one will ever know every detail of. If you only know certain parts, you will always have the wrong idea. It's like missing the first half of a film and forming your own opinion about what you assume happened based on the second half. I'd rather have someone know nothing, or everything, instead of only pieces that they puzzle together themselves.

Words

What thoughts were surfacing in his mind? What poems were writing themselves? What exactly was he drinking? Where was he at? There are an unlimited amount of questions that generate when I look at this picture of Bukowski. I wonder if I can write an entry without mentioning him. What would my world be like without his existence?

Sometimes I wish I could say what I want to say without ever having to say it, but then where would that leave room for words? I will never know anything more valuable or powerful than words. They create a chance for you to explain yourself, with truth or with fabrications, and to make people understand what they may possibly never have the opportunity to observe themselves. I want to spell myself in words for the remainder of my life.