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Sunday, January 9, 2011

Do you know?

I want to write. I need to write. I want to communicate. There is something on the tip of my tongue. It tastes of memories that's sweet as honey. But there is a hint of something that its just outside of my vocabulary. I'm searching. I'm searching through references and cookbooks. Everywhere. And yet.

No where.

I have found nothing.

The words just form endless sentences of random images. Raindrops on fading rainbows. Snowboarding on hills of cotton candy. Where do I go from here? What am I searching for? I have no  idea where this is going. What is the meaning of all this Time? What is the meaning of you and I? What am I to you? When will Time heal? Why do I keep on asking questions when there are no answers? Why am I so quiet yet restless? What is it to be human? What is Love? What is that word? What am I searching for?

Do you know?


Anonymous said...

I think you have already found a little of it here. This was beautifully written. - G

Barry said...

Your writing captivates me Lucy, always has and always will. If you don't have something specific to say, just write whatever comes to mind in a stream of consciousness form. No matter how they're expressed your thoughts and feelings matter to me and I take great interest in them.

After all, would I be here if I didn't?


Philosophia said...

Even when you are at a loss, I still find your words rope me in - engage me so. I want to take this journey with you, this exploration of finding your place in the world you live in, your place in this person's life, and the like. I am sure in time, the words you seek will come to you.


bakayabi said...

By blogging, you are already starting.

I find blogging much easier than writing. Even though blogging is still a form of writing.

Blogging expresses me best as it allows me to be abstract with my expressions.

Eva said...

What are any of us searching for? It makes me unsettled to think about that.

Lovesick Fool said...

@Georgina: Indeed, I think I have a little of what I'm searching for, here.
@Barry:Thanks for the tip and thanks for being here. =)
@Philosophia:Thanks for following me on this journey of search.
@bakayabi: Indeed blogging is a form of writing. But I want to be able to write more.
@Eva:It makes me edgy too.

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