writing Forgetting how to write

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

If that is in truth what you wish of me, then I will gladly comply. Out with words of wisdom, and other knowledge of words. My songs of sad happiness, and others joy. By all means, gone for you. If the setting sun does not procure in you the finest of understanding, and I cannot revoke these taunts, then surely I must. Words that Have always been, by no means lacking in depth or personification. All words, my children, and I cherish them all.

 

But by your words, your words of condemnation and foul play. By these words I am commanded to cease the best in me. And by such, I must, in al my entity, forget this magic in words. I will miss them so, and by no other will I keep my sanity. Surely, perhaps slowly, i will fade. Never again knowing bitter sweet odes and the magic hidden in all words of prose.

 

Standing, at the edge of my eternal understanding, surveying the landscape of life that I am forced to behold. Life, surely is beautiful, though many will not see it as so. These are the people who have been tormented. We are the only things that make life not worth rnjoying. Perhaps it is for the better then, if I should forget my words?

 

I always will remember, even if they choose to forget, meaning in words that have no meaning, or the power in a phrase of emotion. None the less I forsake all writing bliss, only due to the words of condemnation that surround me. Their power outwieghs mine of words, only because I grow weak from them.

 

Tell me a story of olden lives, of songs passed with words of musical quality. Let me hear them just one more time. Perhaps then I can rest knowing that I will have forgotten how to write.

 

 

 

-David Favret