Story
When it came about, it was not really a story. It was more a clamouring of ideas and thoughts that would not let me be, would not let me sleep for hours on end. Finally, they had to be put down.
My thoughts are falling all over each other. I can touch and taste them in the brilliant quick silver of their conception but by the thought of marterialization they are drab. already.
It swirls about her feet as she steps over the years..
Silence.
My thoughts are falling all over each other. I can touch and taste them in the brilliant quick silver of their conception but by the thought of marterialization they are drab. already.
It swirls about her feet as she steps over the years..
Silence.
posted by Chrysalis at 9:19 PM
5 Comments:
amazing blog! keep it up
Nothing is not a story.
It's hard to hold lightening in the palm of your hands.
Thanks omair :)
Variation: If i say nothing can hold one.. it would be for the sake of argument :P i am just scared to put it out for all to see is all.. puny little ego that i have :P
Maj: oh but we can imagine it so vividly its almost real..
Oh I'm sure it is..
.. but it's still difficult, isn't it...
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