The morning is rather strange this morning. the color outside is almost non-existant except for the flowers my mother planted. They're illuminated by the light of the lamp before me. The same lamp that lights my computer. It received me this morning, clenched in its hand a message from a friend and mentor Jack O'Neill. "The journals... where you should write... it's very cool..." It's all I could make out but I've never mistrusted Jack before. In the background, Beethoven plays his Sonata by the moonlight for me as I collect my first thoughts and feelings. It's actually very soothing. It's almost therepeutic. I'm actually relieved today. For the past week and a half, I've suffered from afflictions in the head, neck, back and hip. The weekend healed me nicely and now the week shall accept me as I am now and keep me in its good graces. The morning light calls me out so my writing must adjourn for now.
Setel Brase · Mon Nov 08, 2004 @ 02:03pm · 2 Comments |