8/16/16 The house is quiet. I'm alone and I love it. An empty house means I can fill it with sound. With beauty. With true auditory heaven. There's no such thing as normal. Except in math. I don't have anything to write here. I just wanted to fill space so I can turn the page. Another sip of cream soda writes this next line. Again I find nothing clever to follow it. Does blatant honesty count as clever if it's a confession of uncreativity? I'm glad that last stanza is over. Took too much work. Cylons are people too. Give the skin jobs a frakking break! Two frak jokes on a single page? SO SAY WE ALL! ...... (so say we all!) What if I were a water barer in real life? I'd be so buff. Save the next page for deeper thought please. I'm losing focus to my own attempts to focus. My birthday is in 6 days. I think I want books for my presents. Or a better structure to my day. Answers are fed to feeds and timelines For questions never asked, Feedback shared in a pool of names, Not addressed, there's only a sender. Our lives are not lived, but saved as laughs In archives of intangible 1's and 0's. Trivia is entertaining and acceptable but it's Not a medium of social communication. -5 people like your post- I need some direction and instead I'm redirected to URLs and notifications that idle my minutes to ironic social failure. I see the happiness I have, but I cannot feel it. What's worse is that every time it happens, it gets harder to stop. ... Cleaning the house is avoided because I refuse to acknowledge the guilt I feel for not having cleaned it already. ... My fearful rejection of conflict [negativity] is so deeply disabling that I will avoid my own desires/goals because I fear the disappointment of failing.