i think that there are words out there waiting to be stringed together to make beautiful poetry. sentences that have not yet been written by anyone--but have been felt by everyone. it's being able to explain when there is no viable explanation. like why raindrops on windows reflected by the streetlights bring such serenity and torment. or why people look so far away when their thoughts drift, as if they're seeing something other than the world around them. there's just so much to write about, but sometimes we just don't know how to.
11.09.2006
i think that there are words out there waiting to be stringed together to make beautiful poetry. sentences that have not yet been written by anyone--but have been felt by everyone. it's being able to explain when there is no viable explanation. like why raindrops on windows reflected by the streetlights bring such serenity and torment. or why people look so far away when their thoughts drift, as if they're seeing something other than the world around them. there's just so much to write about, but sometimes we just don't know how to.
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