in black and white

ink, is black paper,white by morning light both may change but it matters not tomorrow is a long ways off. A voice is heard yet never spoken as a purpose develops from color to black and white. I am too deep to be understood the only fault I am.


Perhaps some day this trunk filled with words attempting to convey my vision of life, of love shall make a difference to some one. To someone who must walk alone be content in knowing with opening of trunk finding conveyed emotions that matched rainy days and brought rays of warmth when least expected. When least... Continue Reading →

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