May 18, 2011

  • Back to my Old Ways

    I miss the comfort of my own words.  The experiences trapped within my own head takes form as words and if I work hard enough those words become sentences and those sentences become paragraphs.  If I shape the paragraphs into lovely sections describing what I want to promote or debate they link together to become an essay.  However sloppy or misleading it may be, we strive to pull out a point straight from our heads and attempt to illustrate it by using almost mystical and infinite patterns of words to create ... well, feelings.  I ask myself; "what feelings have I conjured within you if I were able to at all?".

    I really do hope I left some kind of flavour on your tongue...