(no subject)
for echo is the soul of the voice exciting itself in hollow places
i don´t know if i understand these words exactly but they caught me and now i need to write them down. perhaps some sort of feeble attempt at soul searching, denying myself the simple option of thoughtless absorption which i do so well. meh. so here they are. someone else´s words. once again. i still don´t understand the attraction and yet it is so so magnetic. it reminds me of a phrase from ´the alchemist´ by paul coelho...people become fascinated with pictures and words, and wind up forgetting the language of the world.
i know i´m guilty.
i don´t know if i understand these words exactly but they caught me and now i need to write them down. perhaps some sort of feeble attempt at soul searching, denying myself the simple option of thoughtless absorption which i do so well. meh. so here they are. someone else´s words. once again. i still don´t understand the attraction and yet it is so so magnetic. it reminds me of a phrase from ´the alchemist´ by paul coelho...people become fascinated with pictures and words, and wind up forgetting the language of the world.
i know i´m guilty.