Friday, July 6, 2001

the canvas is white. the sheet is under my control.
what i write is what i am.
and what i do is all there is.
i'm not writing because i have an urgency to connect..
more like validation for existing in a social society.. even though
my reality doesn't reflect it.
there are easy times when you can forget
and there are harder times when all things
are in your pathway...it's even harder when your own mind
is an obstacle.
but in the end..we're all little microscopic leeches in
the universe of existence.

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