L.A., here I come!
Jan. 1st, 2002 09:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinI am feeling wordless, lately. I don't want to write for you, as of late. The generic You. I don't get enough feedback for my needy soul, lately. Where's the love? Hell if I know.
I just feel a bit insular and a bit on the outside of the silly lovefest people fool themselves into around this time of year. At least, I mean, online. I'm not a Christmas Scrooge or anything, but there's lots of little "things" I am seeing online that seem ... out of place, insincere, all about detachment and surface qualities and how much y'all drank last night, and I just want something solid.
I wanna stand on my own two feet and look around and see your eyes looking back at me, purposeful and solid and grounded. I don't mind the silliness, I really don't, but it's all I am seeing lately.
Tell me you are more than that. Reassure me. Let me know I can count on you for some good brain exercise. Make me think. Make me ponder.
C'mon, don't leave me here, feeling intellectually cold. Give me something to chew on.
I just feel a bit insular and a bit on the outside of the silly lovefest people fool themselves into around this time of year. At least, I mean, online. I'm not a Christmas Scrooge or anything, but there's lots of little "things" I am seeing online that seem ... out of place, insincere, all about detachment and surface qualities and how much y'all drank last night, and I just want something solid.
I wanna stand on my own two feet and look around and see your eyes looking back at me, purposeful and solid and grounded. I don't mind the silliness, I really don't, but it's all I am seeing lately.
Tell me you are more than that. Reassure me. Let me know I can count on you for some good brain exercise. Make me think. Make me ponder.
C'mon, don't leave me here, feeling intellectually cold. Give me something to chew on.
