Why is it that I sometimes talk to a room full of people, that doesn’t listen?
It’s like I think I want them to hear me, to react to what I am saying… but in some way I don’t. so I talk… and even though they don’t react I sometimes keep talking…
This will prove to be a random collection..thoughts, poetry, questions, ideas.
Most of the time I get inspired at random moments...so my thoughts, etc. are written on random scraps of paper-everything from napkins to church bulletins.
I'll be including here some old bits from journals and scraps, as well as newer pieces. Feel free to comment and please let me know if something inspires something else...
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