Its been such a long time since I ever wrote something that the process of writing itself has become blurred. I can’t see words too well.  The t’s dotted and the i’s crossed. Perhaps such things are fashionable or just downright cliched. Destiny works well for languages. The article and preposition always find a safe haven in a sentence. Misplaced or homeless ones simply do not exist. If they do, they become adjectives and pronouns. I wonder why the gap between writing and speaking has a deep abyss. There seems to be no reason why the voluntary motion of the mouth cannot dictate instructions to the hand. Meanwhile, reality sings to a different note.  The point is, I should try to write more. I like it so much I wish I had more talent.