Today is a good day for blogging… my fingertips are itching for an opportunity to pour out words to the beat of the heart that pumps the blood that allows them to do so.
No theme or topic comes to mind … the communication channel is unilateral… my fingers can not tell my heart to tell my brain that they need a subject to quench their thirst for typing… so my brain ignorantly instructs my heart to pump on an endless supply of blood to the fingers who *tap *tap *tap away an endless stream of nothingness.
So why then is it a good day for blogging? Only when the fingers take control can you truly peer into the soul of the writer… unhindered by thoughts or subjects… simply performing a dance on a black keyboard with white letters … somehow manifesting black words onto a white page on a blue screen…
Ahhhh, release… today was a good day for blogging…
Right, so basically, I created this blog so I could follow my friend’s blog. I do not consider myself a “blogger”… But I guess in the pure definition of the word, someone who blogs, then I am a blogger.
I never understood the attraction of sharing your thoughts with both no one in particular and everyone out there … but even as I sit here typing, I feel a bit exhilarated, like, I have thoughts, I have words, and I can put them down and someone may read them … lol
So what kind of blog will this be? Who knows?!? I guess from time to time I will sit here and allow the letters to flow from my finger tips forming into words that run together to flow into sentences which linked yet separated by punctuation becomes a paragraph and thus is established as a shared thought.
On those rare occasions when I feel poetic and my thoughts prefer to be expressed in verse over prose I may post a poem. But don’t hold your breath.
Lol… “your” who are “you”? I can only wonder…
