Yes, ... When you start inking and you don't know where to stop...! When you get connected, then suddenly disconnected before fulfillment...! Scatterd pieces of thoughts on your desk, scattered inside your brain dwelling inside flying in swirly circles. They may settle to ground sometimes to the level you forget their existance, but with a blow from the wind of emotions, they circle again.

Those rhymed words you wrote on an old book, on the first or the last page on the edge, in the middle underneath or on the lonely margin ... on the walls of your room, at the back of your hand or on your arm. The one your write on a news paper or the one you engrave in the old tree in the near park, on the ancient wooden bench... The first poem you write for your beloved kitten when you were 6 years old!...Just anything that does or doesn't make sense, can or can't be pronounced... Just anything!

Just don't trash them, don't throw them in the bin and waste them forever. they may pain you right now becuase they keep distracting you, but no haste ... You may come back later and use them, or someone else may find in them the key to unlock his crippled tongue, the seeds for a future thought, a new tree that will florish with tasty fruits of a talented mind, a door that was not opened ever before...

I believe that those words are like rain, a property of who ever lives on this earth. Donate them, like you donate your blood, someone could be in need for them real need for them ... a need of life or death!!!

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