Tuesday, March 01, 2011

The Envelope, Empty

The other night I had a dream that I mailed an envelope—an empty envelope. Sounds perfectly boring, doesn't it? But it wasn't. This was no ordinary envelope. It somehow managed to contain all of me in it—my thoughts, wishes and ideas—all that I wanted to express and share with the world. And I mailed it, far away. There was no address on it and no return address on it for me to be able to get it back.

These are the strange things that come into my mind as the pain of creativity tries to find its way back to me.

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