leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- would you wonder what I was if I was all of what I am A fountain of words spill from my mouth. When I speak people frown at the bridge of their noses as if I've become a puzzle they don't get. My silence becomes an ocean wave. I watch it growing and the higher it gets the more difficult it becomes to speak. So I hum and fidget. I am serious in capital letters. I am all or nothing. Cracked and abandoned cement or gurgling nonsensical comments involuntarily. Then the wind makes the leaves dance, or it smells like rain, or a favorite song plays on the radio and I am ease. Long, wavy, brown and gold locks spill into my eyes and down my back. I laugh and toss my head and all is well. I paint words baby blue. And I am enough. Without want or concern. But what chameleon trick is that? So easily swayed by a melody or a scent. So uncertain what I am. A broken fountain or a breeze. 9:11 a.m. - November 18, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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