Musings at Midnight: Week 33

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Week 33

© 賴樂高

A soft wind blew secrets across the field, spreading the fragrance of the sea of flowers eagerly bowing towards the guy standing a few meters away from where I sat. He stood there, absorbed by his thoughts, and I stared at him as I do every Friday afternoon.

His shape shifted every time I strummed my guitar but he was still the same guy with disheveled brown hair wearing faded jeans, black-rimmed glasses and his favorite gray The Beatles shirt. His back was facing me but I knew he still bore that same old cheap humor and dopey smile of his. He didn't speak but his mere presence was enough.

After a few more strums his arms slowly faded away and I noticed he had already lost a leg. On the last few notes of our song he drifted back to my feeble dreams and I was alone again.

It was already dusk when my eyes couldn't cry anymore. My eyes stung but no matter how much I blinked he didn't come back.

Not even a silhouette.

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2 comments:

UnknownMarch 2, 2011 at 8:46 PM
Beautiful words!
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Kathryn AnneMarch 4, 2011 at 5:29 AM
TO VERA: Thank you! :)
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Prologue

Once in a while your hand will write a sentence that seems true and yet you have no idea where it came from. It may be one’s nicest reward as a writer.
— Norman Mailer —

I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real, to see day lilies and swimming pools, loyalty and devotion, even though my eyes were closed, and all that surrounded me was a darkened room. I wrote because that was who I was at the core, and if I was too damaged to walk around the block, I was lucky all the same. Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible.

— Alice Hoffman —

To be a serious writer requires discipline that is iron fisted. It’s sitting down and doing it whether you think you have it in you or not. Everyday. Alone. Without interruption. Contrary to what most people think, there is no glamour to writing. In fact, it’s heartbreak most of the time.

— Harper Lee —
Talent is helpful in writing, but guts are absolutely necessary.— Jessamyn West —

Writing is a form of therapy. Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in the human situation.

— Graham Greene —

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.

— Anais Nin —

Read, read, read. Read everything - trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who work as an apprentice and studies the master. read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it is good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out the window.

— William Faulkner —

Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.— Stephen King —