cyber tapping to a stranger

>
i want you to tell me about words. you... are a logophile... right???

<
Words feed my soul the way food and drink feed my body.  I could live without them for a time, but then I would wither away.  A husk of what could be.  What am I looking for?  I honestly don't know.  Some sort of a connection.

>
have you been abandoned?
disconnected? 
discarded?


are you subject to the caprices of wind?
or are you under the auspices of self?


are you contained?
maintained?
in pain?


life is a blink, my friend used to say...
he's dead now.


it is but a wisp...
one breath, that's all we get...


<
Are you inside my head?  Are you reading my thoughts and putting them into words?  I don't understand how that is possible.



>
it is possible that it's possible, possibly


my thoughts wander, and sometimes they collide
with thoughts of another


renegade thoughts can not always be captured
held captive


they do forge their way
it's a mysterious escape


almost like a criminal sojourn
recalcitrant thoughts are as 'thick as thieves' 


one should question why and how they think what they think,
i think