The desire to create drives me.
The need to comprehend moves me.
The want to be liberated with [from?] the words of those long dead fuels me.
The inexplicable longing for beauty among the ugly, the mundane and the beige hues that color the everyday is one that I wish to transform into a reality.
I wish to find this elusive, yet alluring beauty in the savage, untamable wild[e] of our refinement.
I want to, no need to, defy the laws of physics, nature and perhaps even God him[her]self, and pull from nothing, something beautiful.
For isn’t it only the privilege and power of the divine to do such things?