Write, write, write; we’re wrong in the words we choose to use when we’re putting pen to paper; fingers to keys; thumbs to digits on a phone that will create a QWERTY styled verse on the latest technology that we won’t use for any good. Letting anyone know anything that passes as waves through our minds thinking we could possibly create the next best thing when we know nothing will ever be good enough to truly broadcast. Never amounting to what we can only aspire to be, we’re left in this world built off the same copies of people so desperate for attention and acceptance. Either way I’ll continue to write, write, write always ending up wrong, but at least my battery isn’t dead yet.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Write. Write. Write.
Write, write, write; we’re wrong in the words we choose to use when we’re putting pen to paper; fingers to keys; thumbs to digits on a phone that will create a QWERTY styled verse on the latest technology that we won’t use for any good. Letting anyone know anything that passes as waves through our minds thinking we could possibly create the next best thing when we know nothing will ever be good enough to truly broadcast. Never amounting to what we can only aspire to be, we’re left in this world built off the same copies of people so desperate for attention and acceptance. Either way I’ll continue to write, write, write always ending up wrong, but at least my battery isn’t dead yet.
