Showing posts with label stream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stream. Show all posts

Jul 7, 2011

middle of the night
midnight
constantly hitting the backspace button
trying to think
trying to organize my ideas
i stare at my nail polished toe
maroon, matches with the TV room carpet
and i look at that brown-black dot
right there
on one of those toes
it reminds me of how each one of us is unique
not in a grand way
but in a minute way
no one notices the brown-black dot if i have my shoes/socks on
but i know it is there
and it reassures me that i will not get lost in the crowd

how vain is the idea of standing out
i want to just be able to stand
and feel the touch of the ground
and believe

[this is not working out...i am trying to stream my thoughts, as random as possible, into coherence or at least some sense in the randomness. but this is not working. maybe there is a block in the way i am experiencing..whatever it is i am experiencing. ]

May 7, 2011

and i want to write and write and write
and never sleep
and just rant and rant and rant and rant and rant and rant
and maybe sleep a little but
but mostly rant and rant and rant and rant
and never hit the backspace button or the full stop
but i just did
i just hit the backspace button, i just hit it
and i hit it again
and hit it again
and hit it again, just right now i hit it to correct what i was typing
and i realize i cant help if i want to erase the errors from my memory
otherwise this would lpretty much look like this where nothing would make sense but then why iam i not making many rerrorsd l now. why are there not many eerrors now bor is it jst bme but you can see these errors
these erors are so rampant
no this is not what i meant to mean
i meant these errors are so recurrent or
no
i dont know what i mean
i dont know what i mean
i usually dont know what i mean
what do i mean?

what do oi mean?
what do i really mean?
what do these erroers mean?

what?

what are these spaces for that i keep pressing the space bar for?
why do i need these spaces when all this vacuum is mine!
mine for ever
this vacuum.

what just about to get there but lost the concentration
or the lack of it
i dont know
i dont know what i am trying to say but i do know that i do not know
as i lay in my bed typing all these words out
and wishing for someone to read this
or maybe not
i would not want my brother to read this
or my best friends to read this
or my aunt to read this

i would want a complete stranger to read this
i would want someone that i do not know to read this
and interpret it
or maybe not
these are words pretty much
ya but there is bound to be interpretations
but they will be as strange to me than the stranger
i was confused whether i should write stranger himself or stranger herself
does it matter

maybe it matters
maybe it doesnot
or maybe all this does not matter
but still i want to keep typing

ranting ranting ranting
hitting backspace
and space bar
and full stop finally.