I craved a beautiful word, a beautiful turn-of-the-phrase - beautiful enough to make me close my eyes and recite it under my breath, over and over and over again. I craved seeing my heart on paper, reading my thoughts in black-and-white - feeling understood.
So i looked for a poem - short enough for me to read before i left for class and i came across one by Walt Whitman. And the last few lines hit me right where it hurts - what is the point of life?
AnswerO Me! O Life! Walt Whitman
That you are here - that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.