I hate grammar.
I hate spell check.
they are tools and trades we focus on when the right words escape us.
while we can use them in a world that we write, where we make our own rules, they can rob a piece of its life.
for me words are more of a compulsion.
it is involuntary.
it falls in the catagory of breathing and the beating of the heart.
sometimes I want to throw my hands up.
to wave the white flag.
to apologize for everything I havent done yet.
but usually I want to forget the pictures and the rumors.
to become a recollection, a shared memory. visually: a faint, sentimental face that blurs into the background of everything. to watch that everything turn to static.
and only be thought of by the clicking of these keys.