i'm (e)thereal

i mean, that is where i am, maybe what i am, could be who i am, or why i am, or when i am, mostly how i am is waiting somewhere else, ethereal planes, ethereal being, ethereal life, ethereal me...

meanwhile, so many words are flowing (e)lsewhere, two, three entries a day that offer the opportunity to keep up with me in even more RealTime than here... not quite like twitter and yet, maybe even better or, maybe the same difference without the features and community, my own personal moment-to-moment contact point on the web, perhaps, or whatever it is, whatever we make of it...

nothing or (e)verything, i suppose...

and sitting at a marriot computer tapping keys in the hope that someone is out there listening (hello... hello... hello...) and welcome to the machine, but not a fairy tale or musical story, but not a tin man searching or ((e)thereal is not always just the facts, ma’am, or the simple brevity of the mundane excitement of daily life either, for that matter, but that’s for you to find out and me to know if you want to, just to interject) a dark night saving the day (in the night), even, but it was more than a week ago that this entry, this paragraph, this sentence began… talk about running on empty, or shining on crazy, for that matter… and the interjection was the future waiting to be the past, but the depths of the meanings are so often lost between the lines, the best we can do is be amused and lam, or at least smile, cb or not cb, question or whatever…

i am here for a moment and you are here for a moment and we are here for a moment and in this moment that moment connects with a moment yet to be and we transcend, if we want to, together forever for a moment that never ends, for the spiral of time is connected in rhyme and in words we can share - but if we dare to be real everywhere then we can appear here and begin to be real, rise above the despair, carry on, though the weight is as heavy and clear as it ever could be when all hope disappears but we don’t have to let it be gone if we just carry on (it’s a choice, you know, so make kit or break kit and breathe deep, the wandering mist)…

in the allotted time, alas, i am not allotting enough time for babbling (behind the candoor or in RealTime™) these days, however the writing continues in and out of my mind and there are at least a dozen or so entries aljavascript:void(0)most ready for uploading (not counting the thousands of scattered pages of recent years, unshared and unknown, and the many tens of thousands of similar stuff created throughout the lifetime) when i do find enough time to format and upload, so just in case you are reading here to kit and miss the babbling there and elsewhere, the words still flow, in case you want to know…

so often these days it is simply four hours sleep and a hurry out the door for this morning, so i wish you a wonderful day and that’s all i’m gonna say… may be all that comes out for the time allotted, but there is so way much more for anyone truly interested (as if anyone truly is, but there is always hope, after all, that i’ll see ya real soon, true friend dear child of mine)…

and then i wrote more… to follow :)