People are magicians. They make me disappear. They don't see me as I am, they see me as they are. They want to get to know me, they want a story. They think I am just like them, with the same desires, the same needs.
I don't have much to say anymore. Speaking slows me down. It is tedious. There is nothing of any interest to me. 3D is gaging me. I have no patience for it.
I don't fit anywhere. This is actually good news.
This morning the old left, again. There was no drama, not like in times past where I was sad having to let go of so much. It was a relief that I don't have to bother with that anymore. I am really done.
I am in a place of waiting for a different life, a life I can't even imagine because its not going to be the way I think.
There are times when I feel strongly that its going to happen by the end of the year, other times it feels so far away. Nothing can be predicted.