DIGGING DEEP
Everything I start to type sounds stupid. Backspace, delete once more. I have conversations with you in my head. With you and you and you. I read your posts and I answer back, sometimes in writing, but often in my head where you can’t hear me but whole conversations take place there in the ether of my brain, where I fondly imagine that since we have a connection, you hear me anyway, or at least your ears are burning. This whole internet friendship things is so strange and marvelous. It makes me marvel. Even with those of you whom I...