These words conveyed, in my head, by a short person speaking German. I no longer dare; calling them dwarfs or midgets, the dictionary tagging such expression offensive. The army of politically correct expressions would strike me down. Strike me dead; without realising I lied, the voice in my head; was French
Random Unsorted Drafts
B.S.O.D
my gentle nudge; towards the edge,
a touch too far; a touch to regret,
fingers pointing; eyes wandering,
eye wondering; wandering, withering,
in the midst; a weeping sleep,
beneath a sky of shadows,
above a mound; a-primitive,
connection-less attachment,
connection-bound-full the eye,
an I amongst you all,
bound by compliance,
the cars on a radio a-playing,
hello; hello again,
I sing along,
wondering,
withering,
dithering,
this night;
alone
dreaming of new
reading is more than
mapping glyphs into characters,
characters into words,
words into sentences,
sentences into paragraphs,
paragraphs into […]
reading is about
.finding
..designing
…building
….embracing
…parting
..destroying
.dreaming once more
of new
Note to self: You tend to get quite drawn into your studies. The assignment provided enough reference material for you to write the essay without having to go and buy ‘Netsuke: 100 miniature masterpieces from Japan’ that you saw referenced in one of the sources. You did something similar for The Dalai Lama assignment, finding a quote that you really needed to check as a matter of precaution [yet another purchase]. Slightly obsessive IMHO… Or should I praise you for your efforts and determination? One day when you read this note you can make your up your own mind :I