Three weeks. Three! You would think by now that a mind would be completely and totally free...to find the words to string together, and construct 'em into some kind of prose and verse; to make a point so clear without having the slightest desire to punctuate it with a curse; realizing there's no dollar amount that can be placed to describe your worth. Yet, as this is written, it's the most challenging, thought-provoking activity I've ever engaged in since birth.For the past 21 days, a mass amount of searching has been done. Discussions have been had, books ran through, and opinions galore. Even when it may seem like plenty, the desire to keep looking for words takes over even more. There's got...to be...a way for all of this to be done, and done totally right. At this rate, it's safe to say there's a long way to go, and it'll inevitably lead to restless days and sleepless nights...
but so what? Who cares? The urgency to tell a story outweighs it all, and your impact deserves to be shared. Sure, it can be looked at as being selfish, or outright greed. If that's the case, call me guilty for taking the task of performing a seemingly impossible deed.
12/23/08 @ 8:54 A.M.
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1 comment:
i'm so trying to figure out what this is about. i mean, seems it's about a woman... then it doesn't.
maybe i need to go back and read parts 1-3 again.
written nicely though, of course.
lol.
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