staccato

they say that the more one writes, the sooner one discovers his/her voice. i know i have a voice. sometimes. the sad thing is that i used to be able to think in complete sentences with proper grammar and semi-coherent thoughts pieced together that actually had a point to them.

yet

now i am reduced
to writing
like
this.

one word. one phrase at a time.
mental constipation?

perhaps mental retardation.

i am charlie g.ordon.

from flowers for a.lgernon.

what a horrible demise.

and to top it off, i resort to photos to capture my emotions and express my thoughts. that's so kindergarten. like fingerpainting. i think i got on the wrong bus. i just confirmed my steady decline as i have sat here for a full 2 minutes debating with myself whether it is spelled kindergarTen or kindergarDen.

well, break's over. back to practice problems.