Rendezvous
31 May 12 : 12.48 AM
If there was a better way to say it, I would. But for the past 15 minutes, I've had the words "As a writer" written on this page, highlighted like a pause-
((In the past, I used to walk around narrating stories in my head. Narrating how memories would be penned, as they crystallize. I would say it in my head the way it would be written here, and I may erase the words and try again and again, but they eventually end up here the way I had conceived of in my head. Sometimes I don't know which is more real, what is in my head or what is written on the page. Sometimes I don't know if the images in my head are created from the images on the page. Sometimes I remember things only because I have once tried to form words about it in my head. And more often than not, I find the past lingers between the lines so much so that I can almost touch them as I write. Now it seems, I don't know where it has gone.))