I turn on the TV and I see something worse and worse everytime. I am so very afraid. Things can not keep on going this way.
This is me. Dark blue under light blue. Stretched across a tight, empty canvas of life. And paint is getting thrown at me. Brilliant, lucid colors, flying my way, flying at me, on me, through me.
I am so very afraid.
written on 2003-05-07 at 10:18 p.m.
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