"How I see poetry, it's built on uncertainty. It lives in pauses and gaps and things unsaid. It lives inside the tears that turn highway lights into hallucinations. You can't ever be sure of it."
"But tonight, a tiny part of me felt an immense connection with a complete stranger. A small, small part of my heart leapt out and fell in love with a girl I had never met; never even seen; knew only in tiny plain-text fragments."
"But thank you. Thank you for writing. And keep writing and living and enjoying life, and stay wonderful and amazing and beautiful.
Because you are."
Thank you HiQKid (Alex)
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The ramblings, writings and musings of an apprentice. Because "poets are damned but see with the eyes of angels"
1 comment:
We aren't always as inconsequential as we think. Especially in a place as dynamic and massive as the internet.
And that was a fine place to post, although you'd probably find my other blog preferable. That's at http://disaster-lysander.blogspot.com/.
And the metaphor wasn't that terrible, either. It actually brought to mind a certain line I've liked since I've heard it - "A deer that a hunter shot in the heart, and some dogs that got hit by cars, all came to spill their guts. And we spoke about the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, and which songs we had loved the most..." - kind of a morbid line, I suppose, but I still like it.
I'm drifting! Anyway, the point is, I really appreciate your response. It was... I guess about a week ago I posted, and I wasn't expecting to ever hear about it again. It's nice to know I've had some effect, somewhere.
Finally (and this, admittedly, is a plug for my personal agenda) you ought to check out the whole story-games thing. I'm not sure if their are any groups in your area, but spending time creating stories and fiction with other people is surprisingly fun and rewarding.
Well, that's all. I'm actually supposed to be coding now!
Go well.
- Alex
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