I'm not real, but I pretend I am in words.
June 13, 2010
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Between Words and Children
I haven’t been here in so long, and I’ve forgotten how to let words come quickly. I labor over them, and, like children, they are painful to get out.
But I can order them to my will, insist they do as I say. I can rail against them, delete them in a sweep of cursor at my whim, and hardly miss them at all.
If I crave apology, I make it so. If it’s love I need, the words are just right there, on the tip of my tongue, or my fingertips, at least. Even if I can’t hear them, I can make someone feel them.
Making children laugh or cry is easy. Making grownups cry - that is art.
