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The Journal of Kate Demeree There Are Times
02/02/2005 08:51 a.m.
There are times when I wonder,
If the words will ever find me again,
Have I set aside more than the penning of emotions
Will I wake, cold, unfeeling
Unable to experience, or express...
This moment will pass
As will I...
Will we be...
Unremembered
Unwritten
Moments...
I am currently Brooding
I am listening to Cat Claws On A Wooden Floor
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| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/02/05 at 03:56 PM words are nill when they knock on your door or think to sneak in as beams through your window. yet words are the spoons or the forks we twirl saucy or blaise experience with and ingest to digest in order to expel that experience by spilling the quill's guts on parchment. it is important we feel first, and gather experience if we wish to express those feelings, it is comforting to know we have the necessary words to do them with. god bless our ever increasing emotional states and our vocabulary. |
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