Most days one sits in front of a blank page and words just
come pouring out. They rush and bubble and tumble faster than the fingers can
type them. Other days one sits in front of it and it just stares back. A
slightly accusatory tone floats around the edges of its luminous surface... it
knows there are things to be written, otherwise why would it be up. But still
the words won't come...
Those are the days when the mind slips into a jumble of
incoherent thoughts. They refuse to coalesce or stay on any topic. Oh one
starts to think about something and before one knows it the topic has been
changed. It is done like a master magician doing sleight of hand... too subtle
to follow.
Today is one of those days...
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Hey lady, Miss you!
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