Tuesday, July 27, 2010

An Itch

It's here. The unearthly hour when sentences seem to suddenly form from words that flow freely from my mind to my fingertips. I don't know why I can't write like this all of the time.

Maybe it's that the world has fallen asleep, and I feel that I am free; Free from the judgments of others {real or imagined}and from all obligations I may have to Time. I have enough presence of mind to think. Meditate. And edit my own thinkings...Which, many-a-time are better left unedited {methinks}.

Oh! How I wish I had a way with words. Some people know how to make words Sing. Some, to make them

But in each instance, every little detail is crystal clear as I am sucked into their life, their story.

I see. 
 I hear. 
I feel

And the imagery is stunning.

Sometimes, I just don't understand how they do it.
What I do know is, I will always be ready to throw myself into a good piece of literature.

 { ♥. }

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