... because the notion of being someone elses is an option denied. the emotional anchor of [her] sets a blaze within my hollow ribcage. the sense of her aroma pushes over boundries; breaks and spills, and leaves me warm.
wow. was that an exerpt from something else? because what i wrote was just a line from a daniel macivor play that i had been a part of. that's so amazing and so pathetic that i had no idea it was from something else. what is it from? i'm so impressed
that makes me happy.
that's what art's about and it's not a common responce from people.
they read, they listen, but rarely does one take the time to absorb and to add their own interpretation, their own ideas, to actually reflect on what's around them. they see, and they like or they don't like and that's the end of it.
so thank you
Devious Journal Entry
Devious Comments
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What you have read is my own wording, nothing more.
take it easy miss.
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that's what art's about and it's not a common responce from people.
they read, they listen, but rarely does one take the time to absorb and to add their own interpretation, their own ideas, to actually reflect on what's around them. they see, and they like or they don't like and that's the end of it.
so thank you
the end doesnt exist, nor does a beginning.
but only forever. the struggle, the grind.
and your welcome miss.
take care of yourself ok.
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