it is in words that semblances of song erupt, meanderings about the mundane of the day erupt in realities revealed.
it need be nothing more than notes about what was eaten for lunch or the color of the car stopped to your left at redlights lingering, maybe a fingertip twisting within hair at the lull.
just say a few things now and then about a moment or so.
I am pretty sure you do not know me, because I do not know you. But I came across your journal and noticed that you said you would like to be in Israel. I am from Israel and it just interested me. That's pretty much it. Nothing very important.
And I am sure you have plenty to write?..But then again, I dont even know you.
sometimes I've found myself with a certain perspective which makes things look a certain way - and I have to tell myself there are good things out there...like when you walk into a dark room looking for something you know is there...cold knowledge has to override how things seem...in the midst of strife it can look bleak until other things come along....that you can't see yet...
anyways...might sound dumb - might make sense years later..or maybe not... at least the words are free ;)
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it need be nothing more than notes about what was eaten for lunch or the color of the car stopped to your left at redlights lingering, maybe a fingertip twisting within hair at the lull.
just say a few things now and then about a moment or so.
thanks.
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I am the one who should.
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And I am sure you have plenty to write?..But then again, I dont even know you.
Have a good day.
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anyways...might sound dumb - might make sense years later..or maybe not... at least the words are free ;)
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