Here I Go Again....
I smile to a woman on the street and that person thinks I'm about to ask her for spare change....
We soldier on.... Disconnected... connecting were we can in that rare light of the moment or emboldened by loud music , flashing lights... liquor. Yet far too often trying too hard in the wrong place at the wrong time. For what we believe is all the right reasons....But, later really knowing... it was the wrong sort of mix.
Why do we do this? Especially after having our hearts broken by that once significant " Other" The one who we defined our selves to and about. Who years later... they're very, shadowed, non existant presence reminds us all of a reacouring bad dream. Yet we know him or her to be too real, to our past touch, to really try again if we ask ourselves.....
SO why did I write you?????
I smile to a woman on the street and that person thinks I'm about to ask her for spare change....
We soldier on.... Disconnected... connecting were we can in that rare light of the moment or emboldened by loud music , flashing lights... liquor. Yet far too often trying too hard in the wrong place at the wrong time. For what we believe is all the right reasons....But, later really knowing... it was the wrong sort of mix.
Why do we do this? Especially after having our hearts broken by that once significant " Other" The one who we defined our selves to and about. Who years later... they're very, shadowed, non existant presence reminds us all of a reacouring bad dream. Yet we know him or her to be too real, to our past touch, to really try again if we ask ourselves.....
SO why did I write you?????
Hi. Saw you in the No friends group.