breaking down

“no, i suppose, you wouldn’t understand. i like to express myself, sure, but not to preach. i like to speak, but i would hate to be heard. i am very fond of writing, but i do not desire to be read. there’s this very crucial difference, you know, while you yearn to be heard, to be recognized, to be acknowledged, to position yourself in this world, i am heedless for these kind of things. i have no need to be defined, to be criticized, to be put somewhere, because i am the voice that will swiftly whisper to you so cunningly it will haunt you for life and i shall disappear before you have any other chance of saying anything to me. am i afraid? perhaps. but that way i maintain to be as elusive as you first imagine me to be. this is why i am forever untouchable. and what cannot be grasped forever remains beautiful”