Words

They start in my mind, first as parts of a thought or a dream, and as the thought/dream remains unuttered, they scatter. They wander the little paths among the neurons, sometimes setting off a spark, a memory, maybe another thought, another dream. They multiply without control, sometimes they organise themselves and demand to be said. Spoken, written, set free.

This blog is a home for destitute words.

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4 Responses

  1. I had some similar thoughts.. I had posted this in January.. You brought back the memories…

  2. 🙂 That was nice!

  3. Destitute, forsooth.
    Cherished, exalted, loved. There’s glory for you.

  4. ‘Forsooth’?! But thank you, Tharunya!

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