Off late, my thoughts are among the many things I no longer know. If you enter my room, or head, sometime, you'll find me looking at the ceiling, as if the words I need are up there. No, I don't want to say Wow or Goodnight, or any of those expressions with words that should have weight, but hover weightless in everyday conversation. The words I used to write now have different meanings, and the words I use, I don't know their meaning anymore.
I need to keep writing, or I won't know how to speak; to myself.
Someday, I would love to fit words together into a lasting sentence of incredible meaning.
I lace my fingers behind my head, looking not for answers, but for unanswered questions.
The ice cubes are melting. The calender pages are fervently being flipped.
Life needs more life than this.
5 comments:
I love this. Simple. Spontaneous. Yet thought provoking. Thanks.
Profound :)
words are like fickle lovers
were addicted to. great thoughts-
ty for sharing.
You once left a comment on "I Can't Blog". It was my crazy idea of a one post blog. Don't know if you have been back but I broke my rule because you get to break your own rules especially in blogging.
I was looking back (age does that to you) at older posts and noticed your comment. As you probably noticed most of the comments come from a regular group. Your name piqued my curiosity so I followed the digital link it just took millions and millions times longer than a digital connection does.
Oh thanks for the new word - "desinence" hopefully you are using it like Samuel Beckett and not in the termination of the blog.
You have such a wonderful way with words :) So thoughtful!
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