intimidated i am by this white screen. over 140 characters from me it expects. words are shy to be typed, full and complete sentences are nowhere to be found. we are being driven by the speed and volatility of elevator pitches, 30 seconds speeches, text and bb messages. these pages were long left blank as i drifted away chasing a minute made reality. in the midst of it all, my words i lost. my thoughts i dimmed. drunk i still get by the aroma of the written pages. rebellious i still become with every thought unleashed. silence i can no longer hear. blackout i can no longer see. got tired of the same drums sounds. all hitting the same note. a cappella i will perform. miss the tune. miss the beat. miss the clap. but never miss my words again.
Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society. Mark Twain
