day ii: the semantics of hesitation

the words have rebelled and took matters into their hands. They write themselves, arrange each word: each has the sacred role divined by God. The syzygy of moon and sun: of friend and friend, of coffee and tea, weed and cigarette, of writing and entertaining a conversation. But it is okay; I will do both: I will write and laugh at the joke that my friend’s friend just said, I will eat and press the keyboard commanded by the words. Gaining traction, they keep moving along the lines. Each word typed is self-governed. And I am only encouraged, swallowed by the energy of every individual word. My self is acquiring arms from a deep labyrinth built by a previous part of the self which inhibited such flow. The arms are also bunch of letters and meanings. The hesitation of whether to write or not to write is overcome by the power of words emanating from beauty embedded in beautiful meanings and unique alignments.