|
More akward, less flowing, the essence not shown as strong...
..yet still it drew me in...both with the writing, and what you were writing about...
...you know, so many words run through my mind...when i'm on the bus, or walking down a street, you know, outside (though also inside, but more so outside)...yet they, to me, seem so imbedded in my soul and mind....and i dunno, seem to flow so 'purely', yet 'rawly'...that they just go into another part of me...i can't get them out onto paper...and usually even to speak them, as in my mind n soul, they are what they are...and then some...in a place that hold so much, and is so much....and so will not come out right onto paper (and to a lesser extent, to speak)...
...okay, so i went off on one there...but what i'm trying to say is, especially in the first piece...you showed (to me anyway)..that you can just let if all flow out into words on paper...and that, within itself, is something to admire (when done so eloquently and with such poetry).....
...er, i think tha't enough of my babblings...
..resp...
|