Doesn't it just figure

   Occasionally I write an entry I am pretty proud of.  It seems to hit the right cords with me and say what I am feeling that day.  The words seem to flow without effort as I wax prose worthy of the best writer.   I proofread the copy, laughing in the right places and feeling pretty darn proud that someone of my limited literary skills could produce something so true, so worthy of putting on the net and then.......... my computer crashes before I can save it.  All my profound thoughts lost in the empty space of an entry not saved.   Does this ever happen when I am am saying something as stupid as the weather is clear today?    No, it is when I am bearing my soul, telling my darkest secrets about life and what horrors it took to mold into the person I am today.  Can I repeat the entry,    No, not with the passion I had the first time.   Maybe it wasn't suppose to be told......Maybe the secret was to be carried to my grave.   Is AOL the all knowing, knowing when to keep quiet, when to stop the words from pouring forth from my lips, forever silenced to keep the secrets to my tomb.  Only the shadow knows.....