I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
couldn't finish it cuz my brother was singing at the top of his lungs just to annoy me
Books Dozens and dozens Of books Their pages rustling Just waiting to be opened The way they seem to speak To call out Read Me! Read Me! Between their covers An undescovered story An undescovered truth
Haha! Ah, brothers...what would we do without them?
Oh, right. I can think of a few things. :)
Right now, while I'm writing this, my brother keeps saying, "Can I have some of that water?" over and over again...monotonously. It's pretty aggravating.
But finish this one! I love it! Ah, who doesn't love a good book every now and then? Keep going, Noodle! Your on a ROOOOLLLL!
3 comments:
Haha! Ah, brothers...what would we do without them?
Oh, right. I can think of a few things. :)
Right now, while I'm writing this, my brother keeps saying, "Can I have some of that water?" over and over again...monotonously. It's pretty aggravating.
But finish this one! I love it! Ah, who doesn't love a good book every now and then? Keep going, Noodle! Your on a ROOOOLLLL!
haha yeah, brothers... thnx i'll try and finish when i can
Psssst... where are you?
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