Why does it feel like no one cares? I mean, they're there .. but .. they're never really talking with me. They talk to me .. but everything to them is anything relating to them.

And I'm sure you're tired of me talking in threes. Never an identity for the common eye. But I have the information and that's really all that matters.

I love the thought of people holding hands.. showing they're affection through a singular motion. Warmth through strands of fiber. .. My hands are cold.

Tonight I spend the night with a keyboard, a TV and my sheets.

xxxx