solitary bespeckled She walks solitary circles around Saturn, content in dreaming along its ring, alone in her thoughts and actions, by herself in wishing for what has already slipped through her fingers. And there it floats in dark space - the wanting of her soul. But there it goes, floating farther and farther from her reach, until her arm grows weary of stretching, and falls dejectedly to her side. She walks the ring of Saturn, resigned to her loneliness, and- having it not the only other way she'd want it- does not object. 021212 ... no reason i don't know if it's that i'm enjoying being alone more and more, or if it's that there are fewer and fewer people i really want to be around. probably both. 130927 what's it to you? who go blather from