I took a collective reading class in college years
ago, and the instructor assigned us a lesson, write an assay on
whatever came into your mind at the time.
He said…”Don’t think about it just write, you may just surprise yourself on what comes out!”
So I decide to do that last night and this is the came to me. I’ve noticed I write to poetically sometimes.
With this choice of words we post on
the passing billboards of the internet, some are seen but most
transpire with little or no notice at all.
Bloggers
bare their souls in unread words to virtual blind eyes that may never
see what was written. The expression lost and destined to fade with the
passage of each new paragraph that is typed and entered onto the blank
page.
Same
will read the words of a stranger, these verses then become a part of
the collective thoughts that are in our mind and into the conscientious
that is who we perceive we are.
We
may remember those passages but rarely confess to those we know that
they are known. Some may recite them as their own or twist and change
our meanings to suit their desire.
As
we depart this page and react to a impulse to move on to something
else. I can’t help but think of some lowly scribe centuries earlier,
toiling over a manuscript thinking…
“Who will read these words…”
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