I spent the whole day doing absolutely nothing. Typical: P It doesn't matter so much any more. I guess you can say I got used to the idea of doing nothing. It gives me a lot of time to think, and to read. I love to read. I'll read pretty much anything you put in front of my. I read your Diary name, I read your entry titles, and those who are online. I read your entries if they manage to woo me, and pull me down into your world. And what does it take to woo me? A lot, some people may say. But in reality, it isn't much at all. A catch phrase, a witty remark, a clever rebuttal. Not much. I strive on the picturesque vision of words. As you sit and tell me of your day I see you. I see you at the store, picking the fruit or at school, struggling over your exam. I see the concentration on your face, the small details you yourself forget to mention. I see it, because you started the story. And it is a wondrous story. I see the joy in your eyes when you tell me a funny story and I see the pain as you tell me of the last time your father had too much drink. I can see his face, screwed up with fury and rage, as he pulls you by your hair and throws you down the stairs. I can see how your mother turns her head and watched TV, as I watch you bawl and curse the drink. I also see you take that same drink, and loose yourself in it, for lack of happy thoughts. I see it when you lie to me, and make excuses to turn away. I hear it in your voice as you stutter to find a way out. I see the worry lines on a mother to scared to let go, and I see the scar lines on a girl who’s mother never held on tight enough. There are many things in this world that I would love to see, but unfortunately they are all in your head, my friend. So write me, call me, talk to me, something! Anything! Give me a reason why many colored elephants should be called Rainbow Elephants rather Multi-colored Elephants. Or even about they sky, how quickly it can go from a sunny paradise to a broken souls best friend, pouring rain and blustering heat. Or maybe just a calm day at the park. Watching families having a picnic and enjoy their mid day snacl. Or maybe, just maybe you can tell me what you think, yes, you.