Friday, January 23, 2009

Noey. This girl. She surprises me at times with her writing. I know she's good. But she can still take me by surprise with her words.

I don't think I have a good eye to appreciate a poem fully. To put it bluntly, I'm poor in poetry. In the same way I listen to Japanese songs, that's how I read poems. Like gazing at a painting. Like eating pastries. Like watching the sky. Somehow, the hardest to describe is beauty. I'm always at a loss for word.

But shush. There's no good blabbing on about these things. Just like a beautiful picture, it's always better to to just show the picture to others. And easier that way too.

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