I long for conversation.

It isn’t that it is missing for me, but I am impatient.

I want to have intimate discussions about whatever pops into my head at that very moment.

I want to take whatever is in my head and twist it,
turn it,
reverse it,
shape it
until I see all facets and then I can explain it,
or not explain it,
or have trouble explaining it - and seek someone to be challenged with me in the
examination and
fascination.



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From an excerpt of - Odd Woman Out
An E-Journal: The Start of What Might Be An Autobiography - a continuing piece to be found under "Stories" of Authorsden.