The one thing that irks me the most with blogging, or rather I prefer to call it writing in my online journal is how a single misplaced finger can cause you to lose an entire entry.
The effort of processing the thoughts into written literature. The flow, the mood, the words specially chosen to bring forth all that was so thoughtfully planned and executed.
But, a careless moment in between thoughts or when you're caught up in the moment of thought, words flowing through your mind, fingers dashing across the keyboard in a mad rush to catch up. Then all too suddenly, poof.. and it refreshes.
All those words, lost, spent like energy depleted after engaging in a mindless heat of passion. And all that is left, is just emptiness, this hollow that remains because there is no way back.
This literature is akin to that of time.. it cannot be turned back.. impossible to relive the moment, with only a vague illusion of memories to hold on to. Just like a fleeting dream, it vanishes when you wake.
P.S What is wrong with me? Why can't I pen an entry just like others. It's too complicated to be simple.
tInkerdOll
Friday, June 27, 2008
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