I used to keep a journal on 750words.com. I am going to be putting the entries on here. They will show up on earlier dates for the accuracy of when I actually wrote them. I will change the names of the people I wrote about to protect their…

Gray-yellow turns to blue-green The sun is leaving The dawn of evening creeping Sleepiness seeping into your eyes A shake of the head, a spring of water Your fatigued feet are weeping Feeling the stillness from leaping Your mind is spinnin…

It's a day gone by With the stench of waste With all that time That has been erased So much to do And yet you rot away Glancing at the empty page Filled with your decaying creative delays ... There's nothing to write When you aren't intere…