Vanity

It is such a marvelous thing that happens, writing. It is 'beautiful'; that's not exactly the word I wanted to use. I wanted to use 'marvelous'. And I did.

I sat down with a pen and paper. What made me, you may ask. It was but a rolling down of the window blind. The pull and squish of a string. Then followed by the swat of the blinds piling up as they hit the window sill. All very fast.

And when I heard it, I knew that I had to write it down, because writing you see is just so marvelous. If I were just too insane and locked up for mental care, but if I still wrote and marveled at it, my insanity would be but a gift.




















(Written after watching Hugo)