sometimes i can't tell the difference

i never want this to be a shiny sort of space.  a picture of perfection, a place for "right" answers.

yes, i post pictures of the life bucolic and love the vistas, but the truth is also that wide open spaces isolate.

it's a strange thing, this writing-life-online.  it connects and it severs, and sometimes i can't tell the difference.

i haven't felt this lonely since high school--lonely and yet almost never alone.  the semi-solitary life of parenting littles isolates me from both the community and solitude for which i long.

my feet need to move, but i'm stuck deep in muck that holds fast and reeks of decay.

my heart cries out for a new song.

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