there was a time when it fell into place

a time when it was you and the pieces fit. but that time is so far away from where we find ourselves now.

i enjoy writing on the computer. sometimes more so than writing on paper.

when does the matter of missing someone become insignificant? or can it? i think it depends on the circumstances of the missing. the longing. the wondering. i question myself so often that it's hard to keep track of what i mean and what i am trying to say. i like that, though. it gives room, cushioning for options.

when i was with you so much more made sense but i understood so little of what i'm taking in now.

i have options and that is a lot more than some people can say. we are lucky. is it that hard to remember? yes. i could point my feet in a different direction if i wanted to. or if i had the motivation.

lying on job applications and trying to make myself sound worthy enough for them to accept me is gross.

there is a new mad hot librarian lady that started here today.

you called last night and i smiled and i remembered that there will never be a time when you don't understand. in the midst of everything that was going on around me. voices were carrying and mixing and pushing at each other to get to the ears first. it was overwhelming to hear these over-excited voices grasping at random concepts that raced by their ears. grasping and then elaborating.

but. you called and that was good. black hair sitch must be elaborated.