The power of the pen compels you
When I write, I’m a God. For a moment, for however long the pen glides across the page or my fingers dance across the keys, I am not bound by the mundane. I am limitless. It’s better than a lucid dream because in those, you’re merely a spectator with a hint of control. But here? Here I don’t just watch—I create. I visualize not just where I go, but where I take you...