Sharp Temptation

'She spoke words that would melt in your hands. She spoke words of wisdom.'

I say a lot, too often. My crass words usually find approval in the absence of wit or originality that surrounds me. It's an abyss, not one which I choose to fill, but rather one which extracts my mind and places it in plain view for the enjoyment of others.

I enjoy it though, and that's quite obvious. However, sometimes I feel limited. Status updates and 140 characters are far too little for the potential outpouring of words I have to offer. It walls me up. I need a space. Well, needed. I have one now. 

I have no idea how long this will last. My blog might just become another soulless splinter on the edge of faux reality. It might not even last a month. Or it might last long enough for me to actually start something productive. 

For now, I'm clueless. I don't think that will change anytime soon. I'm not really sure how to end this post so I'll let you imagine what I would say. 


People don't create enough anymore.

1 comments:

Marina | 26 June 2011 at 20:01

I love this! Absolutely LOVE. I had no idea you were a poet, Arief! Congratulations on starting a blog, and I think that is an absolutely wonderful first post. Especially the beginning. :) Followed you!

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