I wrote this today. When I write- I try not to think too much. If i try, in my mind, to put the words down to create a story, to think pre-emptively about what I want to express it never works. After writing this, I was straining to try and identify where the words came from. I am still trying to decide what they mean. I decided to post this on the forum- so you guys can read it and in turn, if you want, submit suggestions, or comments on the meaning of the flow of words. Here we go!!! ** It started off red. It was always red, until now. Permanent qualities- they digress until nothing is there- till nothing is left. The air could be seen, with soft glances of fire and quick breaths of insolence. To reach out- to touch the colorless existence, an existence that once possessed power, is like an escape from suffocation. Quiet, that is what becomes of it- once the color fades into an abyss. And what now?- Will the rainbow find its home in my eyes once again? Will the ocean cease to create the noise that puts the universe to sleep? A natural lullaby. I will find you again, says the flower of many petals, in the grace notes of my mothers song. Until then, the red will be forgotten and the circle that surrounds it will dehydrate~ waiting for yesterday to arrive once again. ** I think that I will go and toke up- read this again, maybe then I will have a different perspective on what I meant.