KRAMER: Do you ever yearn?
GEORGE: Yearn? Do I yearn?
KRAMER: I yearn.
GEORGE: You yearn.
KRAMER: Oh, yes. Yes, I yearn. Often, I...I sit...and yearn. Have you yearned?
GEORGE: Yearn? Do I yearn?
KRAMER: I yearn.
GEORGE: You yearn.
KRAMER: Oh, yes. Yes, I yearn. Often, I...I sit...and yearn. Have you yearned?
GEORGE: Well, not recently. I craved. I crave all the time, constant craving...but I haven't yearned.
-Seinfeld
I had no idea what I wanted to blog about when I starting writing today. Having nothing significant, I just typed a few random thoughts. They seemed to blend well together into some sort of a poem. Perhaps it is deep, but it is most likely crap. Either way, I shall share it with the world.
Just a blank canvas awaiting greatness.
Merely a decent quote amongst a sea of formless drivel.
I want to do better, I could do better, but I fail to be better.
If actions speak louder than words, to what volume can I assign hopes and dreams?
Perhaps I am muted.
1 comments:
I vote for deep...and I will be sorry to see the end of the alphabet series.
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