I have a restless spirit today. Actually, for the last few days. It's like I have this yearning to do something that sits under the surface waiting to manifest, but never does. It's that damn sneeze that builds and builds and then ...nothing.

I am the book with no pages. The canvas with no paint. The song with no melody.

It's a very strange sensation. There is an emptiness that can not be filled until I know what is missing.

Kristen