Wednesday. Dawn

"i prayed for metaphors.  god stuck a poetess in my heart.  i bleed."

So goes the last of my awkward prose posted in late 2003.

Am not sure if I have stopped bleeding, but a dull pain persists everytime I key in words and characters that threaten to make one more awkward line. And I'm still angry.

But is it not what the poetess(?) claimed that I thrive on? Anger?

I've kept my silence since. But my mind is angry as my heart is pained. I must keep writing though to find the lost Characters and wandering Bytes the wily Weatherman threw to the cyber wind. Where they landed am not sure.

Blogging might help me retrieve them back.
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Ah... my first attempt.