Paragraph by Paragraph...

"Paragraph by paragraph I unfold my world
Paragraph by paragraph, no beginning no end never see it all
words fall, worlds fall, let me read a moment more..."

Why write? Why read? Why tell, why open yourself to ridicule when you never need to reveal a thing?

Paragraph by paragraph I have lived my life, written my world in a series of journals that span three-quarters of the life I've lived and been able to operate a pen. I tell myself I'm one thing, I indicate to the world at large that I'm something else. Paragraph by paragraph life is shaped into an essay, a short story, a novel, an epic. But I'm still here writing with the feeling that the conclusion is no closer, my arguments remain unsupported, that I am losing the grasp I once had on the insights I wanted to share - and that of all words ever written in the world, the one thing that would bring relief to the literary population and finally set our souls free, remains unsaid. And it remains unsaid because nobody knows how to say it.

"Paragraph by paragraph I explore the world
Paragraph by paragraph, I seek the familiar through a maze of foreign thoughts
a haze of foreign ideas..."

The threads are yours to weave into whatever form you desire, to spin into gold or to create a canopy so thick you will never see the light again. You decide what you want to see, what you want to hear...you build your world through whatever coloured lenses you find. Everything you encounter has a place, everything you see or hear or touch makes some difference in the way you build your world and make it different from everyone else's. No one lives the life you lead; no one will ever do and see all you have done, because worlds may overlap but never intertwine.

"Paragraph by paragraph, piece by piece
little by little, day by day
I take what I find and I make it mine..."