iamabee

a slight flutter. wind. wings. fingers. i am not sure. it is so vague. so far away. tonight is here again. blind witness to the crimes of my life. the silent watcher of the broken pleasures that make up what passes as my life. these one sided conversations between me and my keyboard. tonight is here again. it is a sin. i write. you read. is this communication? seriously. the keys caress me back. no. they dont. just in case, i self medicate. i whisper. the television is on mute. the traffic outside bears witness to life. the life of others. i whisper. silence answers. i whisper. take your share. just in case. i whisper a prayer for the lost.

disclaimer (this is an odd entry for me. i use this section to get you to visit my site to see the completed installation (all the panels and text) by posting the text here as a journal entry. this has been installed since last weekend, but there is no link on the index page to the completed piece. you will see from the text below that i have put (deleted) in certain parts. those of you who know my work process know that i install all the panels and then just start writing the text all at one time, non stop, until i feel its done. the next day i read what i wrote and was very uncomfortable with some of it. so i may not ever link it to the ma