… and lately, I wanna talk.
Sitting down to write, I flip over to mail. Messenger. Blog. I haven’t completely sucked at writing; the Yellowstone stuff has been going well, but I’m on an emotional receivership thing. It’s been awhile since I did a block of writing without the possibility of immediate, gratifying response.
I’m spoiled. But maybe it’s more. My timing’s off, and sometimes the reclusive feeling takes hold of me when the world is a lot more sociable. It’s when everyone seems to be on an introspective turn that I wanna talk. I wanna talk!
I’m probably putting this possibility off.
Maybe it’s kinda like when you keep eating cus your body is craving a certain nutrient, but your snacks don’t provide what you need, so you think you’re still hungry.
Maybe I want someone in a way I can’t have them right now. So I try and fulfill that craving with words, people, distractions, the quick warmth of positive response.
I should dive into the dark waters of my own company though. Opportunity doesn’t wait on a whim- when the tide says ‘Row!’ you row, or miss the window to sail out toward the scary, beautiful ocean of possibility…
The space from here to fulfillment has to be navigated on my own.
Away, away. Heave-ho.