afterblog

after thousands of words I sit in silence and I wonder if anybody really gets me or even cares beyond the self-contained caring anyone can do alone... how much meaning is there in loving for the sake of loving, after all, we can not connect love and be sure of it if we do not truly know what/who we are loving... even if every word is read (and does that ever happen?), how well can we know each other?... how can we be much more than afterthoughts in the real life we live daily (unless the real life we live daily is as devoid of intimate knowledge and sharing as is the literary world online and then, do we even have a frame of reference to understand even the words in this entry?)...

perhaps I would not think so much if someone was here with me now, sharing the getting to know you process... but living alone, what else is there to do, after the blog...