caring is a verb

and nobody does it enough to satisfy me, so maybe it's me, insatiability, my hunger to share caring, that keeps me alone... irony, do i do it too much, too well, or is not caring all the time as much as possible better than caring all the time as much as possible... nobody seems to want the latter...

but i just keep on doing it cuz it feels better than anything else, even better than sharing caring almost all the time as much as possible because the truth as i know it is simple...

caring all the time as much as possible is the only true caring because caring never ends or lessens (cuz lessening is the start of not caring)...

and so i sit here after the blogging, after the babbling, after the parties and social events and softball and game nights and everything else i do five or six or seven day nights a week (and yes, it's at least five nights a week i am out sharing and hoping to find that person who actually physically strives to and can care as i do)...

caring...