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I have a lot to say yet nothing at all.  I am visibly, invisible most of the time.  Realizing my voice and learning how to use it ... late in the game and late at night or by early morning light.  Not Gothic, not dark, but actually full of sun ripen tomatoes...  I write. I write when I am happy. I write to be happy. I become happy while I write.  I write.  I write when I am sad and sometimes I become sad while I write.  Much depth I have, yet I am shallow.  Restfully tired my fingers tap away at keys...  on a saxophone or on a computer keyboard... constantly flowing with whatever rhythms lend themselves to my heart and soul.  I've experienced a lot and nothing at all.  I'm tired right now but not tired just exhausted.