maybe too much even
Well I'm just curious..
What will it be like when you write?
How will you arrange the layout of your writing?
The words you'd choose to breathe life into your thoughts..
The tone of your words, the style?
Will I recognize them?
Would you be different? If so, how?
Would I see you?
For me, I face / see/ hear myself the most when I look at what I've written.
To see one's thoughts laid out in cold-cut black & white.
Letting go of conscious thought and allowing words to continuously pour through.
Come what may, let it come.
Wave after wave, I'd dash them right across the screen
Before my eyes, I look on as someone else's tale unfolds
Someone else's life.
Like the pleasure one gets from reading other people's writings
Drawn to the storyteller next to the fireplace
A moth to flame
I'm the wide-eyed child who sits crossed legged on the carpet listening attentively
Not missing a word, catching every pause, hanging onto every single word..
Peeping into the inner-workings of their/your/my world.
What can I say?
I'm voyeuristic.
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