...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ...
A Journal of Sorts
living and dying
and forever trying
to understand
but sometimes I think I'd trade
all I've ever known
just to not be alone
just to not feel alone
more pages flow through the editing cycle... the entry pages are gradually being revised and updated, along with the overall layouts branching from each entry page... and Newsbee's Universe finally opened (though the layout will change and not all the pieces are in place yet)... it'll be the garden of newsgroups and email groups and other public writings... though I'm not sure if Letters To Strangers, parts of which are already in Newsbee's Universe, will be completely contained in it or if some separate entity will remain outside yet (creating the universe requires a decision or two now and then {g}... can ya see me and Wacko and and Albert and a few philosophers and Pinky and Ludwig and the Brain and Leonardo and Bugs and a few other fiends all sitting around the pool with our waterproof laptops deciding what planet goes where and how the universe shall unfold?... if you can, you're admitted... ain't the web grand?)... and naturally as is the case with all I do, feedback, advice, and critique (serious or silly) is very welcome and encouraged (ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin' J )
and we had pizza and a card game tonight (though it caused increased tensions again... sharing is definitely a very tense challenge here... perfect environment for me, huh?)... alas, beggars can't be choosers and the ramifications of the total betrayal unconditional trust will continue to effect me for years... on some levels, permanently... and that's life now... I can sense my time in this space is growing shorter by the day if the kid gets her way... she's trying hard...
as for me, I continue wandering around this world with my doors wide open (which seems to scare most people away) looking for eye contact (which seems to make most people uncomfortable) and waiting for someone to look back... I don't think I'll ever understand why so many people learn and hold on to so many fears and defend them so vehemently... sigh and alas, it's not easy being a child in this grown up world... here's always hope... if I get lucky I'll find a true friend or few and if miracles still happen I'll find the one... I know you're out there somewhere... there's always hope... and there's always cliches J
