tonight i may write, tonight i will smile

2003-10-29, 9:59 p.m.

now to type, now to the keys, how do you remain separate from the emotions and describe them? walking through the room there are so many to choose from; the sizes remain the only source to distinguish ambiguities.

the first fits well, but as i may have expected in the sunny opening earlier, you scald faces like boiling water. when the next one stands like a highway advertisement, your eyes catch the painters off guard, you watch their brushes breaking with torrential speed (where did this come from?). banners fall, white cloth is all around us, higher than i ever imagined.

now the walls are red, the bricks are rusted from a thousand cold stares. old sayings tweak my reality, they tell me what is the truth when the truth has no face or cause for existence. - dont make things true when truth doesnt exist-