Drove into New York a few times this week to get my visa squared away for Shanghai travel and China exploration. It was solo which was romantic at first but only so much in that it felt like running. When you start running whatever it is that you are running from catches up to you. Maybe when you're young you can get lost in the scenery and it makes you forget for a little longer. But I'm more grown now and reality sunk in when I slept in my truck thinking about the warm bed with Sofia at home.
The connection between us people comes like waves, like two contacts between circular intervals. When we fall apart we can revel in it or suffer over it, then--if we can accept it--connect again. When we communicate we allow that connection to ease the tension of our rotation. It's like we come back home on the outbreadth and say, "I see you and am ready for this connection."
Kind of a vague Buddhist influenced post... My cheap interpretations that help me make it through I guess.
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