Friday, June 24, 2011

Kill the king

I don't understand the impulses I feel. Someone turns a faucet on and the words type themselves. I take full responsibility but I am not just a vessel, a funnel that the words pour through. Before I could clasp my hands together, they dived onto the keyboard. Before I could yank my hands away, they committed mutiny. I feel the words have betrayed me and my hands have been their secret aides. And this betrayal has ruined everything. My hands have pushed these words out and they were too much, too soon. Too serious, too emotional. Too presumptuous.
I have assumed. I do not know.


  1. They have a mind of their own & need to be properly tamed ~? Aha.

  2. Lovely post. And a lovely blog, I like the style, very beautiful.

    /S / http://

  3. hmm, oh yes. i think i can understand this. i think i have felt this myself, very often, too often. words are always too emotional and too soon. it's like the heart is trying to get out, or something, refusing to be supressed, choked back, stamped out.


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