I felt my thoughts die. Yesterday. Not metaphorically really...literally. I thought of pretty things, things I liked and feelings I allowed myself to feel. I tried to put them on paper. They died. It started with the first word. After the 6th word, they died. All of them. On the paper. Deranged and spilled. All over the paper, with black ink. Dead but they live. I knew them, you see. Wish you could see them. They were pretty and that is why their obituary is on this blog.
posted by Me at
12:27 PM
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Thoughts aint smthing.. that u can hold on to, foreva. They insinuate emselves in yur heart when ya least expect it.. n wilt just as easily.
Jottin em down on a piece of paper.. plagiarizes that moment in time. Maybe.. this time around,those thoughts were way too intimate for words to describe em.
They aint dead though... or so i hope.
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