When I write, I see myself assembling a bunch of alphabets, not knowing how this "construction" of mine will look like
Papers will be filled with ink of these stand alone characters, put side by side; an articulation of thoughts in progress
As I pen the final letter, everything starts to come together...
Everything starts to make sense
A perfect blend from A to Z
A union of vowels and consonants
With punctuations thrown in for pace and impact
My scribbles are now words...
But what good are words if I have no purpose for them? And what could be the reason for this purpose?
I have nothing but words to express logic and emotion
But my words would be meaningless if it hadn't been for you
My words will cease to exist the day I write for you no longer
Not a single word.
=TheUnintended=
20 September 2011
