Tomorrow, all my notes for class will be written in crayon.
Life's too short for mechanical pencils.
Sep 19, 2011
That's it...
Tomorrow, all my notes for class will be written in crayon.
Life's too short for mechanical pencils.
Sep 17, 2011
Sentences
Some sentences are are short in life.
Some sentences are egregiously, monotonously, atonally... long (in life).
A sentence that I've been penning for the last two decades finally has been concluded.
Not with this: !
Or this: ?
Or even my favorite, this: ...
I've ended the sentence with a quiet, but very meaningful "." .
Period. Is there anything that, when pressed upon a piece of paper, has anymore finality?
No.
Presently, my life finds me in that gap between sentences. It feels like I am jumping over a void, from the period I have placed to a new letter, a new beginning.
The sensation that churns in me is something akin to dropping, but more exciting. It is a rising fall that is electric.
"What's carrying me over the gap?" I wonder. As I reflect in this blank space, I'm hoping for a bold, capital letter. I want something big that I can shout to the world.
Some sentences are egregiously, monotonously, atonally... long (in life).
A sentence that I've been penning for the last two decades finally has been concluded.
Not with this: !
Or this: ?
Or even my favorite, this: ...
I've ended the sentence with a quiet, but very meaningful "." .
Period. Is there anything that, when pressed upon a piece of paper, has anymore finality?
No.
Presently, my life finds me in that gap between sentences. It feels like I am jumping over a void, from the period I have placed to a new letter, a new beginning.
The sensation that churns in me is something akin to dropping, but more exciting. It is a rising fall that is electric.
"What's carrying me over the gap?" I wonder. As I reflect in this blank space, I'm hoping for a bold, capital letter. I want something big that I can shout to the world.
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