the world that i write, i have not named yet. and i am unsure if i would.  being able to do this. how could i do this? the ideas here. they are what i wanted to put here. but why do i feel like i am not supposed to. when that is what i wanted in the first place. the words that i write. i h ope that they are able to be sold at one point. if that makes sense that is. the way that i would be able to do this. the life that i wanted to live. there are only so many different ways that this could be done. and that is no small thing. the words that i put here. i would like to think are special. but not in the more normal meaning of the words.