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They came again; they always kept coming back no matter how hard I tried. The fear, the rage, the emptiness. I sat on the windowsill, with my eyes wide open, watching the rain wash out dirt from the leaves, cleaning and greening them. But what difference would that make. There was no rain inside. There would never be any rain…. They are back! I wanted to scream. I should be more careful, more concentrated. I wish I could burn them, kill them. Far away I could hear sounds. Sounds, with no meaning. Laughter, chuckle, cries, screech, splash, …. made no sense. I stood still, making no effort to move, staring in space..waiting… watching….. listening……

As someone who’s been active with Twitter, Facebook and other social media sites on an almost daily basis since 2006 (to my parents sometime chagrin), I thought writing about what I’ve gotten out of my efforts would be a good exercise. First thing that comes to mind is social media has refined my “daily palate.” I notice more of the cool little details of life and have learned how to describe them in a way that’s (hopefully) interesting and helpful. When people complain they don’t have anything to say , I say they aren’t paying much attention: I never gave much thought to me..no I was fixated with getting work done. period but Facebook is a massive ego trip and really helped me put things into perspective.I don’t gulp down morons anymore.

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