grendel_kin

today it feels that all lines/modes of communication are defunct. folks aren't speaking to be heard and i'm not trying to listen. i'm beginning to realize that the real work in any conversation, in any effort to communicate, is just gathering up all the scattered bits of info from someones eyes, body and words. and i've been lazy about it for some time.

i'm thinking, when a person wants to be heard i'll hear'em just fine. hell, i'll even listen.

.....this is all about a SHE. there is always a SHE involved. as time goes on things get easy. and we become easier on ourselves. that edge, that avidity with which we first encountered all their ideas begins to wane. then you wake up one morning and discover that they bore you. then you wake up the next morning and discover that they probably feel the same. you become very suspicious of mornings after awhile. what will the next one bring? an affair? a joyous renewal? a packed suitcase, with tears and shouting? maybe a puppy to jump start things? yeah, after awhile, you greet mornings very differently.


....on a very different side of my world....i'm singing a happy song. i feel i'm very close to landing a new gig, and i'm getting excellent feedback on a few things i've written. it's funny, i gave up chasing the thing that i wanted and stumbled into the habit of jotting down a few words. now because of my efforts in a different direction, i have two things where once i had none...yup, funny.

HEY....if you've read this far, take a sec and say hello.

toodles.