These are some random bits of thought. It's an excercise to clear my mind, but I actually want to see what comes out.
Hmm, yes that sounds bout right, tappety tap. What am I thinking, what am I writing. A woman stands in front of a greying lighthouse...no in front of a greying manor. It is made of stone. She stands in front of it, watching for something....or someone. Her hair blew in the sudden gale of wind. A black dress covers a curvy body. Ahh...silence. thinking...thinking. THis is odd, I've never actually had to think about what I was writingi before. Or think about thinking. Just type and go with the flow. Easier said than done. I miss my older brother. I wonder what he's doing now. Jeez I miss him. I miss my grandma too. I miss my family. Smile little girl, hide your pain. So that no one will know your shame. Ow my head hurts. It's funny I think I'm almost forcing the thoughts out, because I have to think about it. perpendicular lines....what there hell did that come from. Sydney your such a lazy dog. I'm cold. My eyes are hurting. Probably because I haven't been blinking. Close my eyes. It's funny how the mind works. I'm pretty certain that I'll never remember typing this. or I might. who knows?
I want to start to rant, but what to rant about. Does it really matter? uh-oh typo, hit delete and start again. wish i could do that with my life. delete every mistake ive ever made. The book says humans tend to ignore the odd and unusual. I myself am odd and unusual. beetlejuice. flahses of memory here and there. i dont write that much poetry anymore. I haven't really written any in awhile. I wish I knew why I had such writers block.
 crypticxguide · Thu May 17, 2007 @ 07:31pm · 0 Comments |
