21 January 2008
A Sentence
)Published on January 21st, 2008 @ 05:26:01 pm, using 439 words, 66 views
sen•tence [sen-tns]
–noun
1. Grammar. a grammatical unit of one or more words, bearing minimal syntactic relation to the words that precede or follow it, often preceded and followed in speech by pauses, having one of a small number of characteristic intonation patterns, and typically expressing an independent statement, question, request, command, etc.
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A sentence earned my gratitude. For a long time I thought only people could but sometimes it’s easier to bestow such a feeling on an arrangement of words instead.
A sentence came electronically one day, proceeded to intertwine itself with my story and that was it. Like a contract I was not present to sign.
A sentence. A simple chain of words woven together deep inside a cave off the map… by firelight… or candle light… in half light… which is essentially partial darkness. With partial knowledge or a partially clear view. Wistful, fanciful, erroneous, beautiful.
It’s quite the feeling to be put in writing, to be at the center of a memento crafted for you in a swirling daze of inspiration, pearls strung together around you by smoky hands that go to work, hovering over you in the slowness of an extended moment and eventually retreat back into their cave.
These words come to claim a life of their own. These are words that create a world you’d dive into, like a mysterious and inviting stretch of sea just off a cluster of rocks, where all that wondrous, secretively purposeful splashing goes on. These are words you wish you could live in - tucked away in the satin-lined inside pockets of a winter coat. How exciting would it be to take the form of a drop amidst the splashing of watery life? Or how lovely to shrink to pocket size and tuck yourself away against the softest of fabrics? That unpredictable? Or that safe?
A sentence taught me the craft of weaving love and hate. I had always felt them separately. I realize now they can cancel each other out. Every time I remember it fondly, I’m also reminded of being banished from the cave of its conception. Every time I try to hate it, it gets in its own way.
A sentence. Four paragraphs. Mainly one sentence.
It gets sporadically written in smoke above me whenever my head remembers to fall back and behold the sky. The smell of it makes the line between my lips stretch softly dimple to dimple.
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