2002-01-19-12:04 a.m.

It's another late night, temperature around seven degrees fahrenheit outside. It's quiet, the hum of the furnace is about all I can hear.

For months now I've had words swimming through my head but nothing that wants to be written down. I used to think I was a decent writer, but good writers can write consistently. For some reason, the words are just out of me right now.

Maybe it's because of the worry on my head, work, family, friends...maybe it's because I've run out of words. Maybe the expressive light in me has just plain gone dark.

I thought maybe if I sat down and wrote on paper instead of with a keyboard I'd do better, but I feel I didn't. I guess I'll share it, it's not very good in my opinion. It hasn't anything to do with anything, it's just words on paper.

a kiss.

Summer sun, Winter moon
Into which my mind wanders
Drifting along aimlessly
Seasons suffering bliss.

Not quite Spring or Autumn
Not quite dawn or dusk
Brings me to ever longing
The comfort I sorely miss.

Yet I trek through desert sand
And over frozen pond
Contemplating endlessly
Hope beyond abyss.

Cover my head, uncover my heart
Not quite sure of life
Taking chances with my soul
For one, true...kiss.

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I need a lightning bolt.

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