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Monday, June 04, 2007


Perhaps everything is black and white...

I have not asked anything from you, other to accept my singular beam--a ray of emotion that has scattered for so long. I never asked for anything more. Not a kiss, not word. Not even a response.

Scientists say that color is produced when white light is shattered. What is absorbed is not seen. What bounces back shines brightly. What we behold is that which is denied.

I guess I shine brightly now.

All I see is gray.



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