“waiting-for-the-right-word” is - would I ever be able to archive my thoughts? If no one is going to read this piece of writing than why do I worry so much like I am uncovering my inner filthy desires to the whole world? Why do I always think that I should embellish my sentence while typing and/or writing just because I am not just thinking it, but I am communicating it even to a specialized technological piece? And after writing it, why am I pushed to read it over and check for any mistake like I am preparing it to be published somewhere , that AGAIN only I will read. Does this editing show that I am being serious to my own reading, that no trash of mine meets my eye at any moment? But why not? Why yes? No no, why not? Would I start judging myself for not placing a comma in the appropriate place and keep checking for any undeliverable tune where I fail to be perfect. Wait wait spell check. A repetition of the word WAIT twice, hurts my judgment a bit; you lost two points on yourself. But not my thinking; I could care less if I repeat a word, it is my choice to do so. So just hush now.
Silence, and put your eyes at rest, stop rereading the nonsense, I assure you that you will find at least one error because the moment that you wrote it has already passed and was forgotten when the new second came along, so you have changed.
C`mon it’s ok you cannot keep track of everything.
But I want to keep track, I always try, and I always do, right before I start typing it.
Again, no one knows, this is locked forever.
<!–[if !supportLists]–>- <!–[endif]–>Why did the words this time around come in English?
I agree at this late at night I can think faster in English. I am trying so hard to write as fast as my thoughts go.
A picture, a flashback, you will never catch me I am telling you, you never will catch me. I have images, visions that means “1000 words” each, so how on earth would you provide a 1000 words in one forth of a second, congratulations to you and me - that image was just substituted.
But no I can do better.
How can you?
I have to think it through, if for a moment you let me think about it, by means of typing then I will come up with it.
But how can you since I have to be there to assist you after all who am I, you tend to forget.
I am not forgetting, I simply do not feel comfortable with you around tracking my every letter.
How gullible you are!
There you go again with embellishments.
Simply put your eyes at ease you will never get me.
Ok here is something for you to fear, this time I will go public, and do not even try to convince me of not doing so. Now you know who controls you. I DO. You are public!