a wisty wind blows tonight

so life continues without you even though we share here when you stop by and that is a sadness i carry around all the time because i love you still and always will and this goes out to more than one, many, in fact, but a few most of all still and always will have vacant rooms in my heart kept clean and comfy just for them in the hopes that they will visit and if you did not know this sentimental side of me is the dominant substrata beneath the irreverent surface then you've never really looked into my eyes or asked to know my heart, but that's ok cuz we can enjoy the surface giggles and play too...

some of you understand more cuz you've been there and shared a moment with me in the real, not just in (e)thereal, and i miss you more because we shared more... cuz it's basic computational logic of the heart, the more depth and emo and truth and meaning and intimacy shared, the more there is to miss when the sharing pauses... long pauses for some... a wisty, as in wistful wind, indeed...

take care of you, ok? :)