Red and Blue make Purple.. How funny.
I want to write an entry, but my muse isn't communicating to me in easily translatable terms. Too much wispering going on here. Or maybe I'm temporarily deaf. All of the senses are important for such acts. It's strange how I miss things that I've never had. I'm puzzled. Really. I wish I were not tired. But my face is melting. And the back of my head aches. I do too much sitting seperate. But I still see. Sometimes I wish I would forget, though. When it's not all dancing together, they rarely enjoy each other's company. It's tough on a boy. But I'll try anyway. I'll try really hard. If I'm gonna stick around, I might as well do what I can. No use wallowing if I can get out of the muck puddle. Better this dream than that. So I think I'll go find a place to rest for now.