(all this confusion is all just illusion)
cuz the next entry was written an hour or so ago even though it was a day (or a day and a half) late and when the date and time matters and it does from time to time so i shall not wait until tomorrow to announce the day late song when the holiday today is is today... ready?...
is anybody out there?... i miss you :)
it took about ninety seconds to type and send this message to you to let you know i am here and i care about you... to let you know what i am up to at the moment and to remind you that i want to keep in touch (can tweets {huh?} be far behind?).. what small world?... it is a wonderful writing life (and fun) for me, after all... how about yours?...
you are well worth ninety seconds... even if you never know... kit here is one way for us :)
i am, you are, but in the case of this text blurb i am pointing out that this blog is one of many, 96 here on blogger dot com at last count, and this one was where the mostly mundane daily life blurbs and reflections are put (which could bore you, if you are not interested in getting to know me), but the other 100 (plus) have other purposes that might hold more interest for you if this one does not, i mean, in case you are interested or, bored even. Who knows, one of those other blogs may be just what you seek in this life. :)
or just think you do (especially offline) and want to share, then please read the page called privacy and if you want to know me better, you can start with the come a little bit closer section below on this sidebar (for what it's worth)... or you could just reach out and touch and ask and share if you, like me, think you have nothing to hide :)
who are you?
each word attempts to touch you . . . but only if you let them
before i check you... i check me
anything you might want to know about me can be found online except the most important thing... what we can learn in the moments we share.
●▬▬●▬▬●▬▬●▬▬●▬▬●▬▬●▬▬●▬▬●▬▬●▬▬●▬▬●▬▬●given the choice, i'd share the night with someone rather than spend the night writing... but alone, i'd spend the night writing rather than sleeping alone...
i write as if someone in this world wants to read every word... without this, there would be no reason to continue...
because every moment holds meaning so when i am alone, recording the moment here is the only hope this moment ever has of being shared...
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