If I'm being honest, I suck at writing poems. I prefer to write stories and essays. Perhaps you could say it's because I haven't yet learned the language of words. I realized that when I write stories, I use the language of life the best way I know how so that you and I could understand it just a little bit better. I simply use the words as a medium to write these stories and portray the thoughts of the world. But words are a different language entirely that I do not quite understand. I do not know how words are formed; am not quite familiar with how certain sounds and vowels feel nor what that could mean. I do not see the subtle patterns in the arrangement of its letters and I don't see what words could be; how they could be arranged to create this perfect sort of harmony in our ears, how they could leave a sweet taste on our tongues after we have spoken the last word. I have heard of this magic, and I wish to feel it as goosebumps on my skin, as a chill up my spine. I will work towards this perfection so I will finally be able to uncover it's hidden beauty. So I will be able to speak it, and share it to those I love.