Shutting Down.

I’m way too plugged in. I’m missing out.
If I pull the plug, will I miss out.

Shutting down is something really scary.
It's really something scary how shut down I am.

I see a new side of you,
But I never see you.

Connected disconnect.
Disconnecting the connectivity.

Longing for the contact.
Not this intercourse, void of touch.

An hour, maybe two, spilling my guts out to you.
Really I want to fill my gut alongside you.

It’s being something in effect,
Not existing in the definite.

Authentic as a cover model;
Every blemish counted absent.

Infinite neighborhood,
Without the hassle of community.

Staying.
Leaving.

It’s really something scary.

All this to say…

It's time to give up the blog.
Instead I'll go for a jog.

The discourse is nice,
But what I’m after is the life spice.

That’s you and that's me,
Talking over tea and coffee.


That’s me saying the wrong thing,
And being present for your bellowing.

That’s hearing the laughter that creates your smile,
And learning how to stay and listen for a longer while.

That’s a hug for when you cry,
And an eyeroll to go with the big sigh.

Now I feel the rambling has gone one quite long enough,
And all I really want is to get up off of my duff.