Chris and I keep surprising ourselves (or, I’m constantly surprised, anyway) and just how often we have something that comes up that one of us will say, “Hey, I remember that” and the other will respond with, “No way! I thought I was the only person who…”
All very odd for two people who have never met in real life, but only in the blogosphere.
It usually is shared music experiences but, not infrequently, we also share some thought processes as well. This is one of those posts/poems that had me bobbing my head in agreement.
Nobody really reads Anymore And I sit here with my pen And page Quartz-white and aching With the longing to be heard With the longing for the scratches Of life and love and pain To leave their trail Like the snails who emerge To the freshness of the rain With a purpose and a will […]Nobody Reads — chrisnelson61