Thursday, October 21, 2010

I would stand in traffic just to follow you and in the middle of the street, I will cry out your name

noise, bustling sound...they could sound great sometimes

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near



I am supposed to write an article but I could not figure out where and how to begin. I am reading Random House’s Guide to Good Writing and it’s doing me no good, at least in making me want to start to write. i need my muse.

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