Liberation!
Every now and then, I get an itch to write.
Thoughts flow freely and gnaw at me to be let out.
To find shape as letters and words and sentences.
To bear an identity, to have a meaning, a purpose.
They seek what we all forever seek. Freedom.
Immortality in this ether we call existence.
The solace of being etched in the fabric of time.
I oblige them and let them out into infinity.
And when it all passes from and through me,
I look at the shapes stringed in unison, spent.
Animatedly they dance with the ember of life,
emotion in motion amidst blank white spaces.
The gnawing is replaced with a faint afterglow.
And thoughts fall back into lackluster order.
Satisfied that some of their brethren survive
beyond the solitary confines of my mind.
tabhu
29.01.2009
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