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By Influence Date: 2004 Dec 05 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.05.03.11.31234]] |
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Time began:1:57am Time finished:2:11am Written on:05/11/04 STACCATO Scattered are my thoughts right now as I write.... Words fill my head but don't merge... Droplets of water, here and there... Spurs of memories; moments in time Flashes through my brain just for the while, lasting for a second, then forgotten from my mind. Best word to describe my state, I thought of it, then the definition I found, in defining a sound as... STACCATO! But liken unto this word, I draw a different meaning, a different picture...The Abstract...far and away; illusive... like dust in the wind, it vanishes without a trace! What am I thinking? What is my mind saying; crying out? What do I feel? Right now I'm still in wonderment. I'm writing my thoughts, I'm talking, but to whom do I write these words to or for what? Yes, It's Staccato...Even Abstract...short spurts of sound, sparce and abrupt ideas dropping deafly on this leaf! This confused state can make one irate and go insane... Is it all a game? What value do I attach to such? What fame? The agony, the pain, the shame! It all rhymes, but what do the words convey... What do I say, to you, to me? Left to write; alone in my thoughts, washing away like the sea from the shore as it returns to its whole... My soul centres on this premise, to exist in totality without anxiety... I write!!! STACCATO |