Direction or something more tangible, no more of a feeling. Maybe a feeling that all will be alright. Trying to reconnect with old friends, with new friends, with anyone who can carry on an effin CON VER SA TION. I don’t care for television still, unless I’m with one friend in particular who has surround sound and an LCD TV. I need to get IN somehow and where Facebook fails, dating boards almost fill a small crevasse in the gap. It’s almost conversation. Don’t even mention the one person with whom I have ‘conversations’ with on the telephone. I have more comprehensive and engaging conversations with my 16-year-old niece.
Maybe I need space to work on the creative writing.
A twig near the water says stick close to the spring for socialization. Winter is for whiteout and markers. Hangout at the space bar and stick to the keys, though my new computer spaces them further apart than I am comfortable with.