writing to know, knowing thru being, being for writing... this is me, writing about the one thing i know, which is myself... and even that is sometimes a mystery...

Thursday, August 25, 2005

my mind is screaming

sitting in english class
feeling sheepish shy
wandering* why
the words come quickly to my mind
where they are missing in the others' eyes
i have stolen them away, it seems
now suffering uncomfortable silence
while the words in mind
are screaming to be discovered.

*i meant wondering, but i realized i actually wrote wandering instead. i thought that changed the meaning and actually makes it more interesting, so i left it as is.


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