Anything That Is White Is

White. A Blank Page Or Canvas. So Many Possibilities.

Sometimes People Leave You Halfway Through The Wood Others May Decieve You You Decide What's Good You Decide Alone But No One Is Alone

You Get Used To The Exact Amount Of Space Between Lines. You Write A Word And Then You Write An Alternate Word Over It. You Want Enough Room So You Can Read It, So The Lines Can't Be Too Close.

Gotta Watch Out For Directors.

It's Age. It's A Diminution Of Energy And The Worry That There Are No New Ideas. It's An Increasing Lack Of Confidence. I'm Not The Only One. I've Checked With Other People.