and_then_maybe_love kingsuperspecial And then maybe love will find me. reasonable. smart. easy. drawn. connected. right. lost. Then, in the beautiful silence of a knowing that fits over everything. all the doubt and wonder and wanting will be stopped. the empty finally filled. but the waiting is intolerable. and it seems the onus is on me to create opportunity, sell myself, negotiate find, filter, track, and insist but where to begin a fear of rejection evolved into a weariness of chasing the wrong dream. I am un-met, waiting, alone. while a million opportunities languish or pass swept away by others are they better qualified or just more lucky? or less damaged? no matter, for they have and I do not. the blue gets deeper time stretching, hope_fled and the worse I want it. the farther you will run. 021007 what's it to you? who go blather from