'A Gift' ... ? ... or simply, hmm... an unlearned talent.. ? ..
The unexplained ability, and even the frustrating fact... that what is within the greatest/farthest reaches of ones mind can control them, and yet remain so un-controled.. . . .
What am I thinking? I am wondering how, when words flow from within, at times they can become something that I would read time and time again... and yet other times when words bounce around inside, struggeling to make sense--struggeling to come to life... they are just words. Like a breeze that blows in the wind, felt for the moment and yet never thought of again.
If this is a talent then why can't these breezes become forceful like a hurricane force wind... that leaves lasting impressions and a with a resounding force are wispered time and time again?...
And... if this is a Gift, then why can't it be opened and used? Why must it be kept in a package, and stored preciously upon a shelf to only be peered upon now and then?..
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