March 2009
6 posts
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Disconnect
I am not meant to walk away from that conversation unaltered. Yet as I glance across at you, thick glass separates your emotions from my reactions, leaving strange silence on my side, like at the departure gate of the airport where all communication is physical. We don’t have the physical, it’s just you me and two computer screens so it’s just… silence. Your mouth is moving...
Happy.
It’s nice to have a little sheltered spot on the internet for entirely my own. Somehow once people know about the blog, it ceases to belong purely to you, the connections that will inevitably be made contaminates forthrightness, especially for a chronic self doubter. I am jealous of the people who can write at length about themselves, seemingly unhindered by humility, but then is humility...