There is something so beautiful about writing. The way that the letters link together into words, and those words become sentences, and from those sentences comes a picture so inexplicably radiant that it brings sadness and love and euphoria to you in simultaneous extremities. The way that they tie themselves to each other so absolutely, that you cannot imagine them any other way.
Every writer strives to one day sew together a group of words in such a way that a person's life changes, becomes better. Every writer strives to leave more than just a shallow imprint of a letter on someone's mind. Every writer strives to create something so intricately webbed and tangled that no one has ever thought that way before. It's a curse, being a writer. But what a beautiful inferno it is.