Sometimes, I wonder if people don’t comment much anymore because I rarely reply back to the comments. I know I like being replied to, so I am sorry. I read them though. It just gets hard to reply sometimes. I barely even know what to say to THEIR blogs.
It must be hard for people to know what to say to some of the things I write, too.
I guess I’m just feeling lonely.
My feelings are swimming playfully, very deep under a fat sheet of ice that covers the surface. I’ve been trying to skate on it. It’s a vast and slippery area. It is not the world where the rest of the people are. I don’t let it melt because there’s nothing that would keep me from drowning. Maybe the creatures underneath should come play with me.