Saturday, March 24, 2012
So, I am just beginning to type. I have things in here, ideas, poems, stories, lists. It is endless. Like talking, I always have a conversation, I am never short on words. I have so many words, it can be frustrating at times. I don't stop, listen, take in other people's words, I miss out...words are my weakness as much as they are my strength.
This is where I go when I just begin to type...
This is what I think when I just begin to type...
This is what I wonder when I just begin to type...
This is what I hear when I just begin to type...
words are my nemesis...outright...they are my life...they are...me...defined...