Emotions a mess
no security in words
page invites finesse
thoughts tumble, filters falter
longueur of sentences bore.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
Emotions a mess
no security in words
page invites finesse
thoughts tumble, filters falter
longueur of sentences bore.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)
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I’ve been feeling this way lately with my own writing. But it seems the better words always come back around in time. We always wake up the next day with more say.
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Yes, exactly. It’s the same when I was teacher – I’d get sick of my own voice, but usually just before new inspiration set in.
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Oh, well that’s a bright-side then. I hope this happens to me like this.
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I know whereof you speak . . .
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Lol. Argh.
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😀
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