Sometimes I think my hand and heart come together in dark corners to have hushed conversations about what to write.
Brain intercedes to tell them they can't do it without him and he should always be consulted.
Heart and hand run away when brain's not looking and write the first thing they can think of.
Full of themselves, they saunter back into the room to show brain their work and stare upon the page in dismay - this was not what they had imagined!! Somehow the meaning has got lost in translation.
Brain looks on smugly 'told you. You should've consulted me'
Hand and heart are suitably chastised.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
Sometimes I think my hand and heart come together in dark corners to have hushed conversations about what to write.
Brain intercedes to tell them they can't do it without him and he should always be consulted.
Heart and hand run away when brain's not looking and write the first thing they can think of.
Full of themselves, they saunter back into the room to show brain their work and stare upon the page in dismay - this was not what they had imagined!! Somehow the meaning has got lost in translation.
Brain looks on smugly 'told you. You should've consulted me'
Hand and heart are suitably chastised.
