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I've gotten really bad at being alone since I started being so happy with people. I'm managing some kind of spiritual, here in weather-stricken sarasota, but that may just be the influence of Aretha Franklin through the computer speakers. It's a pretty brilliant thing, to have this lump of fire and sparks in my belly and an emptiness between the shoulder blades, a weakness halfway down the spine. I don't necessarily know what that feeling translates to--love, fear, yearning, or lack of direction--but I think it must be pretty universal in nature.

Something about waiting.