Crumple them up and toss them aside... Sometimes we do this. Sometimes though we can go back through these littered shells a day or a month or a year later and find beauty in it. I used to throw out a lot of things I didn't feel were worthy of hanging on to. Now I remember snipets of some of those pieces and wish I could remember the rest. Save the shells
You bet, Mike... I have more notes and snippets and beginning lines on notepaper covering all the table surfaces, than crumpled on the floor. The floor holds the unfulfilled... the wishes that I know or find out will not come through, or the negative verses I wish to disremember. I discard them, so's to not slow my progress. But, I reread them, before they hit the trash bin. You just never know if a nugget lies within the trash, that can be repurposed.
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Crumple them up and toss them aside... Sometimes we do this. Sometimes though we can go back through these littered shells a day or a month or a year later and find beauty in it. I used to throw out a lot of things I didn't feel were worthy of hanging on to. Now I remember snipets of some of those pieces and wish I could remember the rest. Save the shells
You bet, Mike... I have more notes and snippets and beginning lines on notepaper covering all the table surfaces, than crumpled on the floor. The floor holds the unfulfilled... the wishes that I know or find out will not come through, or the negative verses I wish to disremember. I discard them, so's to not slow my progress. But, I reread them, before they hit the trash bin. You just never know if a nugget lies within the trash, that can be repurposed.