I achieved a mild milestone:
When I deactivated my Facebook account.
More space for wonder.
Thoughts replace reactions,
And newer sincerity brews cautiously in my percolator.
Eventually, the contents of my vessel will be infused with renewed hope.
If not, I’ll just add sugar and cream.
Stir it up.
I’m sure I’ll fall into a library and get lost among the stacks.
I’ll look for a reference book on methods of discourse and logic; likely the Greeks.
Embracing the choice of unlearning bad habits.
Then, putting that book the fuck down,
And speaking with a fellow human.
Not virtual, but real reality.
The art of conversation has been lost,
And we can’t wait for lingual archaeologists to explain the WAS of it.
It’s needed now, most especially.