aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - words are good; words are great, even. the uses are staggering. surprising. amidst the immediate my-mind-to-yours song-and-dance, they can also carry a message of their own, independent of denotation. and in this swaddled other-sense is where we find the weakness of pith, the strength of excess. sharp sleek adages are charming, and a worthy pursuit in their own right, but when one undoes the choke, sifts through the deluge, one can find bits of thoughts they didn't know they had. i strive to be calm, centered, even. serene. but my word-stream tends towards the bitterness i've fought to escape. the message writ in the sediment is always the same: THEY TOOK MONTHS FROM ME there is nothing i need more than to release that. so i beseech words to grant me their third favor: speak a thought to think it. i'm too cynical to put stock in resolutions, but i harbor hope that gentler wisps of sentiment will work to temper their spiteful brethren. may i never again speak ill of a soul who meant only to live. 2:37 a.m. - 2011-08-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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