I'm unsatisfied with it, while my eyes tell me how beautiful it is, how "cool" it is now. I know that I am not satisfied until one looks exactly as I would hope it looks. One that tells me what it wants to be in a language I don't know, in a voice I cannot replicate. I want what's beyond the universe to tell me what it wants painted before me. But this, falls flat of the very feelings I had hoped to obtain. I'm unsatisfied with it, I hate it. It sucks...
Still, I'll keep trying, even if it takes my whole life to transcribe it.