There is someOne who keeps coming back here. Is it You? I miss you too, perhaps.
When my little world seems really full and wonderful, the impetus to write to You just isn’t there. Pausing to do nothing but write like this, I think about my day and all the characters that have entered and left. Then, I remember that You don’t care in the ways that I want you to care: You never write back.
I still exist, You know. And, there is a comment box available to identify you exist. You can write to me at any moment?
In other news, I need to walk Sky this morning, then head to work. After 15 minutes of this morning’s writing shit, now it’s time to say “good day to You, Sir!…”