ran into an old friend tonight.  
was reminded of how it used to be.  there was nothing specific 
about the conversation, just that it was a conversation.

the tone of voice, the wandering thoughts, wandering together.  
told stories that sound so normal but mean so much when told by eachother.  

it personalized the generic.

				been struggling to stay afloat this week.
			        everytime i hit a key it closes
				a window i didn't mean to close.  
				keeps killing thought processes and
				motivations.

all development comes from sleepless frustration.  once a year it happens.
no promises to keep it going.

try to keep moving f o r w a r d.