# I think I might be

The online oscillation between text feast and text famine is slowly grinding me to a nothingness. Just when I think nobody likes me, suddenly everyone is replying, and seemingly enjoying it. I've a blog that no one will ever find, and it felt a labor of something other than love to put something on it today. I just rushed down a couple leftover slices of pizza, heart somewhat pounding, three nightmares still oddly (because I usually never remember them) in memory, socks three days old, bones and joints a lot older, my dear Beatle John is still long goner.

Hey, you've got to hide your.. love away....