. . . and sometimes the blank page beats you.
I really hate this feeling. It’s hell. Not just the dreaded white space (not the good white, but the false promise white, the color of migraine white) but other things, things loosely connected.
I’m done.
No, not with that. With a few of my inherent weaknesses. I’m sure I’ll still hang on to all the others, for a rainy day.
More positive entry, coming soon.
Joshua Alan Doetsch 
Even when you’re frustrated, you’re still a genius. I love the description of white. You rock my perverbial socks off Josh.
You’re a doll (and not the evil scary kind).
There are now cracks in my frown. It can’t take too much more of this.
sara_in_london said:
Even when you’re frustrated, you’re still a genius. I love the description of white. You rock my perverbial socks off Josh.
nevermore_66 said:
You’re a doll (and not the evil scary kind).
There are now cracks in my frown. It can’t take too much more of this.
Reading other than your morose thoughts just wouldn’t be the same. It would be like reading Poe only happy, and that could be even more disturbing than his sorrow. Go for it!
aviumnemus said:
Reading other than your morose thoughts just wouldn’t be the same. It would be like reading Poe only happy, and that could be even more disturbing than his sorrow. Go for it!