I want to make you smile.
I want to make you cringe.
I want to portray the most harrowing thing and turn it into something worth admiring.
Maybe a drop of ink and a flick of the pen will make you dance; make you sing. Sing with a voice that you have never heard before. A voice you have always found adverse and undesirable; but a voice that I have always heard that is beautiful and charming.
I don’t want to write you words.
I want to make meaning of every sound that my voice makes, influencing the certain symbols I put down on this sliver sheet of semblance.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
I want to make you smile.
I want to make you cringe.
I want to portray the most harrowing thing and turn it into something worth admiring.
Maybe a drop of ink and a flick of the pen will make you dance; make you sing. Sing with a voice that you have never heard before. A voice you have always found adverse and undesirable; but a voice that I have always heard that is beautiful and charming.
I don’t want to write you words.
I want to make meaning of every sound that my voice makes, influencing the certain symbols I put down on this sliver sheet of semblance.
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