i'm not lonely, but something in the air is pulling at my insides. telling me that i should feel more alone than i do, to go out and greet the world. i guess im too picky now, about where and what i do to socialize. and when i say picky, i mean that things that used to be a good time aren't anymore. which is better in many ways, but not in some. at least my reclusiveness is more of a choice now, and not mainly a factor of distance. hmmm... i told some people that i would go to fountain square tonight, but i don't think i can stomach it. its loud, and crass. and just not Intimate enough. im not the type of person to long for the Old Days. but i want my present to have certain aspects of those aforementioned days.. which every now and again, a night will present itself in the mold of a perfect evening. and when i say perfect, i mean imperfectly perfect. a group of like-minded individuals, a warm room with delicious aromas-baking things, incense perhaps (im a hippie gypsy bohemian introvert whirl of DNA). kinship abounding- redolent in the molecules of said room, obvious in the conversation- a murmuring a flow, inherent in the kind eyes and ears.. i know thats to be had in cincinnati and in my present, and i also know i have to go out to experience It. maybe i'll be ready tomorrow?