Everything

I am connected to everything technologically. I can write you an email, update a status and compose a blog post full of nothing but doubt. What I cannot even feign anymore are the most of intimate acts. I cannot hold a true conversation with my eyes and fully listening. If I could have any power it would be to know intentions. But lately all I can do with earnesty is listen. I am listening to so many different genres of music, you can call me iTunes. I am listening to so many professors lampoon us for not wanting college hard enough. Where is Waldo. Just popped into my head. And it's funny. Because I want to know where my voice went. I have been listening to one of the most geniunely intelligent woman I have ever met. And am I just listening? Am I taking away from her words and her eloquent way of framing them into some of the best sentences I have heard? I am actually speaking back. Thank you for letting me speak for once again Michelle. Because no longer am I listening. But I have output now.