September 7, 2009
I thought of a writing to write last night but alas I forgot it indeed. Sleep came and stole away my idea but it's okay I don't need it. I can write or tap, if you will, on this keyboard for hours without bore. My fingers might cramp or stiffen, if you will, but alas I shall continue to pass my eyes and brain and fingers over the empty space on the page. And pleasing or not the words they are there, and there they must be for my words are my words and alas that's what they shall be.