happiness is about the simple things
like silence,
or a conversation
a hug,
or a glass of magic
not that you would understand:
you think all of life should be compressed to your shades of black and white
on your terms
in your world.
blank sheets of paper scare me too
like blank soundscapes scare you sometimes
but
even crayons make their squeaky marks on empty moments.
ever try fulfilling them in between the lines before?
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
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