Wednesday, June 16, 2010
I find I get on the computer over and over. I've checked my email (sweepstakes entry invites); I've checked Facebook (playdates & date nights & rehashing of get-togethers that I wasn't part of again). Then I realize what I'm looking for. And I'm not going to find it on the computer. I'm looking for the rest of me, the part that's been dislodged. My heart searches all the time and when I get online, there's always a part of me trying to remember what I was going to do. . . Now that I've put it in words, I hope my subconscience stops hoping to find it. It's not there.