You know how this goes.

Flashing cursor. And there it is again as you pause. Just pause.

And people complain about technology, how it isolates you from the real world. Well, yes. Yes, You’d rather be sat in a coffee shop spilling out all over the place, emptying your thoughts and feelings to someone else and imagine if they took your hand, took your hand like the nurse did on the first night. Just imagine that. That real world physical contact. Imagine if they held you as you let out how it feels. 

Still, you’ve got here.

Here, tapping in the quiet morning, knowing that someone will read this, that you can send this out into the world. That somebody, somewhere will hear you, somehow. That they will hold you in this binary coffee shop in the palm of your hand.

You get an imaginary green tea (double cupped) and carry on.

It’s ok.