I seem to have stopped thinking, walking lines rather than chalking them. I come and I go and I come again; I've made new friends but seem to forget there's more to them, other than a drink and a laugh. The nights all roll into one, so that I may aswell have stayed in and savoured a memory, crystalising opinions and creating time to make the acquaintance of those who call themselves Creativity and Curiosity.
Instead I peruse a social site where no one is who they try to say they are, where conversations are lagging and brimming with superficiality. No eye signals or body language can permeate the smooth veneer we make for ourselves, can fil