Invisible ink...again

I have been writing...I have been, in my head again.  It happens, the mind is never an empty pallet, it's colorful and fancy, and creative and funny and perfect.  Ahh, the word...perfect.  It's been hard to start since the last loss.  I have no idea why it affected me so.  I had been trying so long to get that story down...and then it flew away.  I suppose I think if I put it here it is in it's own way...permanent, but not so. 

But anyway, I ran across this and I thought...well that's perfect.