i'm back from outer space

it's just that it would be easier sometimes, even for me, to just say or think i feel an i-love-you or just to be frozen in a corner with my hand sewn to yours. easier then it would be to go out there alone, and look for something real. it's such comfortable protection from uncomfortable beginnings and messy endings that will come both too soon and too late. i am chock full of first and last pages of compelling novels, with nothing in between. dear bri, some day you'll write yourself.