A thousand dusks reflected over the film of your eyes.

I suppose it's clear that I write. I like to write. I write a lot, sometimes. Maybe that's part of the story I tell myself, the story of myself.
Am I close to something here?
There was always one thing I could never find the words for. One thing I could never write. Allways a series of drafts, scrapped when I saw they were redundant.