LostAimlessly lost and wandering about. Leery of everything, even the slightest touch; but that touch is addicting at its very best, — a substitute for what I cannot find. It finds me in the most precious conditions; it draws me out from my darkest place, — just for an instant allowing a smile, nourishing me enough to get by. If only time would stop and consequences were few, — just long enough to get a grip, but time never stops, and I am aware of that. So again and again I reach for it, — into the light to fill my void. Yet, I am still lost and eacLost
Draw A BlankA blank sheet of paper just waiting to be filled, — with feelings and expressions all brand new. Joy or tears, — anger or love. Maybe something simple like the trees or the snow. Words and thoughts and grammar throughout. A masterpiece or scribbles; it is up to you. Sometimes the rough draft is the greatest part. The past or the future, or something right now. Anything and everything when you pick up the pen. Each word says a thousand if you use your mind. Imagine and dream, — inspire and guide. The story unfolds with each stroke. Each story is unique. &nbsDraw A Blank
