While you sang a song of flowerbells...
8/26/03 03:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alasanonI wonder when this journal became a paper-penny hideout for little lost poems?
It wasn't intended as that, but that is, I suppose, all right, because my poor otherself seems to have lost her tongue, and if all I can do is speak in blank verse and straining rhyme schemes, then that, at least, is something.
Besides, I like the feeling of this place, this place that wants to celebrate the fragile tranquility of the self. Being too public too often takes all the fun out of it.
Don't you think?
It wasn't intended as that, but that is, I suppose, all right, because my poor otherself seems to have lost her tongue, and if all I can do is speak in blank verse and straining rhyme schemes, then that, at least, is something.
Besides, I like the feeling of this place, this place that wants to celebrate the fragile tranquility of the self. Being too public too often takes all the fun out of it.
Don't you think?
