sunday is winding to a close and you find yourself here again trying to figure out which color to dip your paint brush in. it always wants deep blue. the kind that mesmerizes you, makes you want to dive in.

you're thinking about what song it is today. what music colors me for you. i'm a different person than i was ten years ago. it was all corny wasn't it? why am i trying to untangle that ball of thread when its time has come and gone?

fold and unfold words typed a long time ago. and even if they nudge at me, pick the memory strings, that ball will remain tangled. stay like it is today.