Friday, April 1, 2011

a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

another thing that scares me about writing is that once I release my words, they will never again be mine. they will be yours. these words are yours.

I spend so much time chasing words with my pen, and yet they aren't mine to keep. words must be given to become writing.

so I give these to you, these words that are no longer mine. you are free to see them as you please, as I sit patiently hoping that I've captured a rose is a rose is a rose.

oh, words.

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