Thursday, August 06, 2009

1:41 am

You write and it goes. The moment you start, it slips away from you. You miss the next, and the next, and the next. You slow down. You go back to correct grammatical errors. You read. Is that exactly what I was thinking? Or just what I felt like writing down.

You write and it goes. The moment you start, it slips away. Then you look back at what you have written. You think it is you. But it can only be close. Do you care?

My words can never catch the pace of my thoughts. I express, and realize that it is not relevant. I have a rush of inspiration. I will now write. How should I start this? There goes my inspiration. The rest is just following up, so that I don't disappoint the me a few minutes ago.

I am thrilled by my own words. I admire them.

You write and it goes. The moment you start, it slips. Why should you hold on to it? Let it go. And nobody else would see it. It would be between you and me. You and yourself. You and you. You. A secret for you. Keep the secret; feel lonely.

I must now find a way to end by making a strong impression.

lala laaa.