I am a child born of contradiction, but I don’t care. No one’s perfect. As far as I’m concerned, it’s the imperfection that is what is worth cherishing - it breeds diversity. I may define myself as a writer, but when asked who I am, I am at a loss of words; a writer without words I am an oxymoron. I blindly stutter out nonsense, hoping to answer their question, only realizing that I should have remained silent after I’d committed to vocalizing the syllables. It’s my inability to speak that has lead me to punch out figures of speech into the open Microsoft Word document.
Writing is never something that is planned, no matter how hard I try to control it - it simply doesn’t wish to obey. I may focus on a style or concept to redefine myself as a writer, but when it comes down to it, every story just happens. So I suppose I should stop or start with what I have to say.
I plan, but make no promises, to explore every aspect of Truth using lies. I’ll show a mirror to the world that doesn’t reflect, but distorts and defines reality. I’ll say one thing, but mean another, leading to both figurative and literal meanings of the same thing. Draft after draft, I’ll come closer to what I actually have to say before I scrap it all and start anew. It doesn’t matter, words are cheap – I can always make more, but Truth is hard to find. And through the mountain of words that clog the world, Truth remains the same. For me, Writing is Truth, Stories are Lies, and Lies tell the Truth.
Ding blank! I went to view your complete profile, as the green letters beg, and when i came back what i'd begun to wrote was gone gone. Oh my, it was something like this:
ReplyDeleteI am a child born of contradiction. Any entity without contradiction is empty hollowness waving limply. Which could be nice. We should try it. But until then, as Mrs. Moon says, sit up and act like you're riding in a car.
I love this three-paragraph ignition. Bless us all in thuh take-off! Be be. Here we go!
Thank you Ms. or Mr. Moron.