impasse kyla People are always reaching out. Often, they will reach out to me. I see when they are reaching, and know that I could easily reach back, and that it would probably be helpful and satisfying for them, and perhaps even for me. They'll be stretching, there, for a while -- and then just a little bit longer. And then they'll draw back, but slowly, just in case. Finally they're not reaching anymore at all. And they'll look around, at the last minute, but they won't see me seeing them because I'll be pretending to look at something much more ethereal and grand. I would not wish to seem impolite. They soon turn and keep going. I sometimes watch them as they go, or listen to the chimes above the doorway. They will find someone else who may reach back, I am sure. People are always reaching. 020215 ... chanaka i know where he stands he knows where i stand (i think) everything is worked out now it only bothers me a little bit that he pines for her 020216 ... Alvarny I never felt more alone than in this tug-of-war. The table's breadth felt like miles.... she was just a little beyond reach.... and the next person was a world away... If only, between the thousand words uttered that night, I had said, "I think I am in love with you." 050209 what's it to you? who go blather from