Only Words

Couldn’t sleep last night. Had the same bad dream over and over again for almost the whole night. Wasn’t a nightmare, per se, but just one of those dreams that disturbs you no end.

Ever heard a song and felt like it was tailored for you? That down to its very last word, it seemed to be talking about you and what’s going on in your life? I’ve loved many songs, and identified with even more… but songs like what I just described comes along only once in too many years… but when it does, you never get sick of listening to it, marveling at how the writer seemed to have brought out just about everything you were unable to properly and succinctly sum up. To add music to the words just gave it an effect that magnified its impact a hundred times more.

I suck with words. People who think I’m glib usually say so based on the impression of confidence that I like to project in order to hide my actual deficiency with them. But at least I have a barely adequate appreciation of it. Or perhaps its really because I’m so bad with them that I get so enthralled by what I perceive to be very beautifully strung together words and phrases, especially in lyrical form.

Whatever the case.

I wish I could write better…

Hehz…

In the meantime, all I can do is marvel at those whom I make out to be good writers, and delight in their works.