just noise. i had my doubts. i asked. how is it really. i asked. it is tough, he said. he said it, it is tough. then he asked, he really asked. he asked the right question. he asked, what would i do if i found him. i think that he wants to be found, he thought that the other wants to be found. i think he is afraid. but what would i do. what would i do if i found him? i was stumped, totally stumped. what would i do?
i have no wrath. i have seen the pretty pictures. the pictures are pretty. i am not impressed by pretty pictures. i had a dream last night again, again the man's face shows up. the crystal wall is still there.
there is a picture hanging on the wall. i met the painter of that picture today at lunch. i overheard some conversations. i sat in the office of my buddy. i walked across the hall with determination. i thought of her face. i thought of her contained face, the smooth skin. i saw the vibrancy that contained emotion renders. i thought of the last line in his poem. i thought of my last line.
doing nothing is action.
