I write. But writing..
Stand-Alone Dreamer | 14 October 2004, 4:08amSometimes I feel I write too much. I can write forever. To me the mystery is why sometimes I don't write or I can't. Not a mystery, a question: why not write?
Writing waits for you. Writing spies on you.
I learned a second language, a second way to make mistakes, a second way to write more. So, Why stop? Writing knows it.
I just know a few words, but I keep combining them all the ways I can.
I, for example, know and use a lot the word I. And the word "ways".
Writing is also a word I use a lot. A lot too I use. :-)
Writing keeps.
Writing asks.
Writing is a remnant of something else. Maybe a first tongue, a second body, a third state.
Writing remembers well or forgets beneath.
Writing is either untrue or endless. It can be use for fiction or for lies. Writing writes.
Writing is not a door. Writing is represented by letters.
Writing descends in clouds of quotes. Writing has an East.
Writing times.
Yes..Writing waits and Writing spies.
It repeats, in paragraphs.
Writing is not mechanical nor a flux. Writing goes and comes.
Writing reappears in a different place, now and in future.
Writing is here....
Current Mood: Amazed
Current Music: Cleaning Out My Closet...
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1. By Stupendous Man | 10 Nov 2004, 6:36pm
long time. thought i must say hi to the aloof wanderer. :)
2. By inez | 20 Nov 2004, 8:48pm
:O i want the amazed emoticon too