Monday 9 June 2008

A blank page said more than I could.

Over the past few days/week or so I've tried to write some stuff on numerous occasions but all I've only come out with a blank page or two. It seemed to say more than I could. I couldn't get the right words for what I wanted to say. I sat, and thought, and had the thoughts, the feelings, but just no words that made any sense of those. Im not quite sure now, looking back that I knew what I wanted to say through what I would have written, so I suppose thats why nothing, at all, came out of  it. I wrote the date on the page, to remember the time when the blank page said more than I could.

Over and out.