Description: Something I thought about a while ago, and put forth in conversation, but never text. Am I off my rocker or is there something to what I'm saying?
Dangerous Game -------------------------------------------
I could write what I want. I could describe in detail all the fantastic futures contrived in my head. Of paths not yet travelled with you, I could fill volumes. All the wonderful nights to be spent in your arms, I could relate so exquisitely that readers would weep. Yet to do so would require immersion in fantasy, and in doing so I could negate the possibility of its ever becoming reality. Perhaps that's debatable. One never really knows what the future holds. But consider: in living out a fantasy, I experience a life that does not exist, and though I am aware of its false nature, I become attached to it nonetheless. Therefore as a writer, I must be ever mindful of my writing. What good is a love story if it never really happens?
You son of a pig...i love this one. I'm a wanderer of the mind, and often need a clout or two to bring me back down to earth. So true. This one, is actually less stranger than the shower and the..that one. Well, thank you for this.
I'll make it a favorite to remind me once and a while to...wait, what?
Incredible how words can be so powerful for taking readers out of their beings to feel what the author felt while writing them. Happenings are always distant and blurry, and fantasy brings life to reality. Touching, nothing else...
What good is contemplating the negative side of a ficitious love story never coming to be? Regretting that which may or may not come to pass without knowing which of the two is the ultimate outcome is a self destructive way of thinking. Live in the now not in the what if or what was. Because if the what could behappens you may not be in the now enough to know it.