Friday, February 03, 2012


I think she is shy not because she is afeard, but because there are too many things on her mind. She is swarmed by them, mellipotent, bellipotent, honeybees with stings that irritate not burn. She hesitates to conclude, because there is too much life in her mind, and hence no conclusion. She would rather let it out in light and movement, in air and crystal-clear water.

And therefore, we must put some straw into the clay, some iron into the cement. The marbled index of a mind forever foraging must be made into the streamlined codex of a mind ready to sit for exams. Sigh.

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Blogger Aegle said...

Cute and cryptic, like a crossword done in magic markers.

Saturday, February 04, 2012 12:26:00 pm  

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