Saturday, February 28, 2004
I figured tonight the most intelligent thing I can say is nothing. Let the blank screen speak for itself. There will be no red letters on this one though. There will be no different shades of crimson. There will only be crimson regret pouring down and dripping into the carpet. Often I get caught up the moment and suffer for it later. Tonight though no moment for me. No deep breath and remembering. I do not even get a brief quote in my mind. All I have is the white canvas staring at me laughing. If I do nothing more in my life I hope that I can at least fill that canvas with a picture. I just hope the picture is not full of sorrow and anger.