No Words

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For the past few weeks I haven’t had any words. or not enough time for words. or the words have transformed into something other than words.

I don’t know, I’m sure the words will be back. I feel them starting to move around in the back of my mind, whispering to each other, creating beautiful patterns, telling stories, dancing..

But until they’re ready to come out and play, I have music. so you can have some music.. I didn’t make it, I just listen to it.

It’s actually two versions of the same song. The first one is the more popular playing-on-the-radio version. It’s cool – and kind of safe. The second one is the original, more pain, more weird, more nerve.

I love them both but the second one sparks something deeper – it hits a nerve.

 

 

 

 

These days I’m not reading any of your blogs, either – and I miss them. I can’t wait to dive into the impossible task of catching up with all of your work!! One day – soon.

 

 

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2 thoughts on “No Words

    She Who Dwells – Short Story | bardicblogger said:
    September 30, 2012 at 10:48 pm

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