It's a little odd "posting" here now... It's a strange no-man's-land wherein there is a (presumed) audience... but the silence is a little disconcerting.
because either the ink can fly freely across the page in the quiet comfort of no one reading it's musings. Or can compose itself into a lightly defined lines while keeping up a healthy interaction and trading anecdotes of lives which would otherwise have never connected...
but here it's just.. Strange. I'm talking to you, the big old internet world, and you choose to keep mum.
Maybe I can find a greener pasture... :) another space to call "my Own"
let time reveal :)
because either the ink can fly freely across the page in the quiet comfort of no one reading it's musings. Or can compose itself into a lightly defined lines while keeping up a healthy interaction and trading anecdotes of lives which would otherwise have never connected...
but here it's just.. Strange. I'm talking to you, the big old internet world, and you choose to keep mum.
Maybe I can find a greener pasture... :) another space to call "my Own"
let time reveal :)