We all write searching for the one line
That will change everything.

The one line that clarifies centuries of thought
The line that makes the murky clear
and the line that ignites the embers of your heart.

Its usually buried in the mess that we call
Writing
All the muck we heap out just to get some ore
Tons of it,
just for one shiny diamond.

You mean something to me,
even if you never know it
And if not to me
Then to somebody else.

We all find love in the creases of pages.