Language is the spice of life
The icing on the cake of my meager existence.
A period may stand to connect a subject and a predicate,
and to end a thought,
but a period only leads me to crave more.
The moment before the turn of the page is a drug
calling me back and back again.
Words start in the most distant corner of my mind and flow to the surface
like the beginning of a great tsunami.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC
Language is the spice of life
The icing on the cake of my meager existence.
A period may stand to connect a subject and a predicate,
and to end a thought,
but a period only leads me to crave more.
The moment before the turn of the page is a drug
calling me back and back again.
Words start in the most distant corner of my mind and flow to the surface
like the beginning of a great tsunami.
