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Absence


The thoughts and the absence thereof
Scribbled on the blank paper,
Perhaps, reads something like this.
Words put together can still make sense.
It is however, a vacant living,
A wandering existence,
That I am really scared of.


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  1. hmmm yes it is something to think about, action versus writing and dreaming. Intention really doesn't count for much or is that what gives us meaning? enjoyed it :-)

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  2. A wandering existence! yes! Well done.

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  3. I like what you said about a wandering existence. Thought provoking piece :D

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  4. Vacant living and wandering existence are great descriptions. Great response!

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  5. I think the narrator is disturbed by the lack of coherance of the writing process. But isn't that what makes writing wonderful? That a writer can take a jumble of thoughts and transform them into a set of words that is meaningful and beautiful seems like a great gift. Anyway, I may have missed the boat here. I've been known to do that! ;)

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    1. The biggest joy of the window of writing is that each is entitled to his view. One can hop any boat that one likes. I enjoyed when you crafted a beautiful definition of a writer here. Sounds like a magic.

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    2. I can see now that I got on a different boat that the one you were sailing on, so thank you for your diplomatic response. I actually enjoy it when people miss my point since I get to hear how multi-faceted my work is! ;) Seriously, you inspired me to comment further since I do think that the ability to write is a gift and IS magic!

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    3. I AM glad that you replied back. And yes, I did try to put that across diplomatically. But I too enjoyed to see a new dimension of thought here. Seriously and this comes from heart, thank you Lumdog.

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  6. Very thought provoking. I read it several times and enjoyed it each and every time.

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    1. Thank you Jeanna. I am glad you enjoyed reading this post.

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  7. A vacant living is what I am scared of too! Beautiful job!

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  8. This was great! To the point and focused. I read this aloud and loved how it flowed, too.

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  9. I think a vacant life is a good thing to be afraid of. Thanks for linking up. Be sure to come on back tomorrow for the new challenge.

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    1. Thank you editors. I too hope to be able to participate in this weekend's challenge.

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