Scattered Thoughts and Ink Spilled
With words spoken, thoughts start flying out in every direction. I try to capture them, snatch whatever I could reach.
I flail.
I run.
I reach.
I fall.
Sitting up and staring at my left fist, I wonder what I’d discover hidden within. Hope resides amongst ill-feelings and doubts. Wishing I’d break free and feel the rush of satisfaction with a set of stringed words, meaning and all.
I hope.
I write.
I wish.
Fervently.
There will always be tomorrow. Maybe.
No related posts.
Posted by
The Parodist
Perhaps your ardent search for meaning is keeping you from it?
Is it a crime to find comfort in logic?
Hardly. But as the quote you recently twitted goes: “No matter how far you’ve gone down the wrong road, turn back.”
I read.
Rico: You still need logic to effectively re-trace your steps.
Jozzua: Thanks.
I don’t understand.
Sorry to hear that.
nah. i’m kidding.
i.
just.
hope.
this.
won’t.
go.
on.
forever.
haha
Oh, my stomach’s killing me. Heh.
This is so deep I couldn’t understand if there’s more to it. =P
Very nice though. =)
Now, I’m not sure if you’re being sarcastic. Heh. Thanks, though.