I started writing again Friday morning.  The end of a dream/story in my head.  The only thing I had close to hand was my cell phone .. lucky it has a mini-keyboard on it or I'd never have gotten it all out.  The tricky part is, now, to go back and create the beginning and the middle.  Those parts are hazy, gauzy, half remembered .. pretty much like real life is sometimes, yes?

I'm just grateful for my muse to caress my soul again.  If I could only *know* him, perhaps, this stutter stop chop of emoting would never be.  Was so much stronger back in the 90's as if he was closer .. maybe we dreamed the same dreams .. wished the same wishes .. longed the same longings.  Maybe.