eff.

is it a tone, a color, a thought, a whisper?

I really don't think I can find the words, as words crumble under the weight of my me. but my me is as light as a feather - how strong are my words, then?

anyway, enough of this flim flam. i think a rainy day such as today calls for a large mug of hot chocolate, some marshmellows, a purring orange cat, and Willie Bobo on the hi fi.

first, however, this thing called work.