unexpected promise

it is only my hopelessly hopeful romanticism that continues to keep an eye out, just barely at times, for someone who might actually choose to take the time to get to know me... there are millions of words online for those who would rather read me than interact in space, though even with the depth and breath of the words, there are so many traps eager for misunderstanding unintentionally (and perhaps even intentionally) planted in the babbling brevity and massive missives...

the somewhat guided tour of the come a little bit closer links on the right sidebar is so incompletely and more random than exquisitely calculated to accurately represent or introduce me and yet, it is there as just one a starting point, a series of stepping stones tossed into the rivers of words that flow through these written gardens that have been growing for decades and only show a fraction of their messages online...

the hope that someone will care to know me keeps me out here uploading entries... but it is the passion for being and expressing this being in words that keeps me writing... however imperfect, it is what it is and attempts to reflect all i experience and perceive and however impossible, attempts to define and share who i am...

good morning :)