Tuesday, April 14, 2009


We sit here, typing up the perfect black letters. Regardless of the account username, the password you choose, the age you indicate, or any of the other relatively worthless variables, we are all given a white box. Ready for our ideas to be comprehended into words. 

We have the ability to spend as long as we desire to manipulate our wording, to change the structure of each paragraph, of each sentence, of each word. Each decision we make, every individual letter that we specifically choose is representing our impulses of thoughts.

And how frustrating it is to me, that no matter how much time i spend trying to translate my thoughts, i never quite seem to have the ability to translate them perfectly. And i probably never will.

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