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Elfylon

Universe vs. Girl

U: You said you were going to start writing again...

G: Yep, I did...

U: You even wrote a post about it, drew a few likes and all.

G: True, I did do that.

U: So... what happened? I mean beyond the couple of things that were the same thing...

G: Hrm, well, since you're familiar with 'things and stuff' in my brain, have you heard the phrase: "If you can't say anything nice?"

U: That's an oldy there, yes, it's familiar.

G: Well, I got into a time where the letters in my head wouldn't translate through my hands without getting? becoming? Er, something rather jagged, like broken glass flying this way and that.

U: So, you're avoiding the edge? You know that's a limiting phrase. Why not attempt to channel the 'not nice'...

G: Channel, ah yeah. It was a thought. It was also promptly beaten over the noggin rather abrubtly by the other thoughts- and some of their smaller thought fragments. Vicious little bastards at times, those fragments.

U: ... you're, uh, still doing that eh?

G: Doing 'that'?

U: That thing where you let the thoughts run rampant and they dance around you like a May Pole with cans of silly string that hardens to bind you in all straight-jackety like. THAT thing.

G: *Sigh*, I suppose it's yet another of those life long things. A challenge I'll carry with me like a comfortable old sweater until my dying day...

U: IS it comfortable? I mean, when you get down to it?

G: Good point. Like the idea that comfort is not always beneficial... it's just...

U: Easy?

G: Argh. There it is...

U: I know you've heard this before, in one form or another, yet- when is the point where you say the short discomfort of even the attempt to break the long comfort of binding thought, just might bring about a better form of comfort?

G: If I knew...

U: Would you? You were going to say you'd be there, weren't you?

G: Heh, you know me too well.

U: Of course I do. It's what I do.

G: And you don't make anything easy...

U: What credit to you, my little basket of tangled words, would THAT be?

G: Touche...

U: ;)