May 1, 2000: More can be said about silence
Visions only I see haunt the caved in walls of lives already lived—chapters crammed onto once living trees strangled by the hand of man…and I sit watching. Look if you want, stare if need be—can you see the frozen walls whitened by the lack of sun? There’s silence, the reader wishes to catch the scent—the reader bites his lower lip while trying to picture what’s been written…I sit watching.

Note: I try never to explain because purpose survives within your reaction. He or she who sits without a word shared continues to piece together while the talkative won’t admit they didn’t listen.