In relation to my witty character
- soledad
- Provo, Utah, United States
- I wonder if I am someone that can be described without allegedly doubting my purpose for this writing. So, what is my purpose for writing, and can it be denied? A name, an image, or some kind of an explanation that can illustrate what I'm all about. A good writer? a great writer. A detailed thinker or someone that recites a lot? I suppose it is all questionable. I don't always know how to define the word description when it comes to an outline of myself. There are countless narrations to portray my individual personality, none of which I can think of right at this moment. But, I'm certain you have come up with somewhat of a distinguishing summarization in relation to my witty character.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
blinded by the visual
If I am blinded by the books I read, and deprived from words I have not seen. Then it means that everything I have deliberated comes from within myself. It doesn't come from anything I have come to look at, and not anything I have learned from others. But, only what I have taught myself. Some may think I learn from books, what surrounds me physically, and people as well. But, why can't I have my own thoughts? This logic is true to me because what I haven't seen is not something that is engraved in my mind, but what is written with my own words is what I offer out of my own intuitive brain.
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