Slaying Blank Boredom
This page looks so empty, this blog so wordless, as if the person in care of its keeping forgot its existence. Look at it sitting here waiting on its creator to punctuate into place a pronunciation of choice to bring to life an idea where once nothing was. Look at it. Wishfully waiting on the curator of its being to put into place a golden moment of sentences where the blank page is no longer bare of any thought that would in a moment transform a calendar's day into a written haven of imaginative words where for an idea, maybe two, something needed to be wrote from the deep recesses of a writer's hands to illuminate the dullness of, as usual, no honorable mention. This page looks so empty and of course maybe it is but I assure you not from lack of idea nor from lack of practice. It is so because much to the contrary it has became a bookmark for the continuation of another writing that has in its own right grown with, through and from the many items found here among the oth...