I made a yarn that was a face. That face had yarn, but not in place. A face with yarn, that had no face. sounds like a faceless yarn with nothing to embrace. Why must this yarn deny this face. This yarn of faces, and faces of yarn that must be lonely; for this face is not a yarn, but a yarn of faces. So, must this face keep hiding in places, without the yarn it must not have a face. The yarn must stop, and look for faces, for it is gone and its not coming back!
what the yarn in the face? or the face in the yarn? must be.....................
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.
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