8/11/04. about a painting which still remains unfinished. posted here exactly 2 years later..
a short piece. most words were made up.
the sky was a perfect blue-on-grays with strato-cumulus clouds (the flat poofy ones), just after the pink of dawn had faded
An abstract of some thoughts that are worrying me lately.
in the computer room... release but alone... friends and loves unite... in a room far too tight.
I wrote this poem. It's not about girls or a girl. It's about loving people and telling them what they need to hear and the regret you have when you don't, though in the end things will work themselves out. the end.