next silentbob what is to come for us 040701 ... tender_square he said, “i miss the shared vision for the future we used to have—what is it that you want, what is it that you see?” she couldn’t say she was in the slipstream of love, in mind movies of meeting her lover in the park after so many years absence, and the embrace they’d share, souls squeezed and melding. “for you, it used to be about the writing. and you’ve accomplished things with, and i know that you’re still working on it every day, but what comes next?” her eyes dammed with tears and crested. “what’s wrong?” he was gentle in his asking. she drew sharp breaths as the sobs racked her. “i can’t see what comes next and it’s because of my dad.” 220609 what's it to you? who go blather from