There will be moments when you wish that the world could pause for one significant moment and you had the chance to quietly take off your shoes and tiptoe right out of it. There will be moments when the flap of your wings will set off the chaos. The moments in which in cacophony the tiny strumming of your guitar would find its scales and you will find the melody in the resultant harmony.
Sometimes these moments will be a fleeting glance that made you fall in love when your heart lost its orderliness in pursuit of the feelings and futures that you could otherwise not fathom or times when the missed ones will shatter your heart.
Sometimes you will be aware of the precise moment in which you conceived this story, and some other times it will be just an accident from a drunken night.
Slow down you crazy child, and make a note, in whichever way that moment demands. Write a poem, a letter, a journal entry, make a painting, a sketch, a doodle some mess, make a movie, take a picture of your war. If u cannot decide what suits you just pen these moments down on a sheet.
Put. those. moments. down. Like those scenes in slow motion. Slow motions associated with changing plots. The technique is there for some reason, right? Free them from the weight of holding and the flimsiness of passing you by.
Seriously make a note.
You never know. Perhaps someday we will find a filmmaker or a story collector with a penchant for jigsaw puzzles who will string these slow motions together. And we will see that we have our fair part in the cyclones that our world has breathed.
Sometimes you will be aware of the precise moment in which you conceived this story, and some other times it will be just an accident from a drunken night.
Slow down you crazy child, and make a note, in whichever way that moment demands. Write a poem, a letter, a journal entry, make a painting, a sketch, a doodle some mess, make a movie, take a picture of your war. If u cannot decide what suits you just pen these moments down on a sheet.
Put. those. moments. down. Like those scenes in slow motion. Slow motions associated with changing plots. The technique is there for some reason, right? Free them from the weight of holding and the flimsiness of passing you by.
Seriously make a note.
You never know. Perhaps someday we will find a filmmaker or a story collector with a penchant for jigsaw puzzles who will string these slow motions together. And we will see that we have our fair part in the cyclones that our world has breathed.
A story collector with penchant for jigsaw puzzles !! Like it lady.. keep inking your emotions. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you sir. I tip my hat! ☺
DeleteTrue that....loved d line Yuvraj pointed out. A lovely read.
ReplyDeleteKeep reading . . La bela ess vida. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteExcellent lines madam
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ReplyDelete**you fall in love when your heart lost its orderliness in pursuit of the feelings**
ReplyDeleteFabulous! ! ;)