hello

hello. i miss myself. this poetic self i read in posts from facebook where some machine somewhere populates a date and tells me to remember. remember yourself. hello. this is spread out and grasping and gasping. i haven't written for so long. who is this to? me. so in two or three or ten years facebook can tell me, remember you. remember? you?

hello. i can't write 'it's me' because adele has taken that forever. if when you read this again some years later and you don't understand then it isn't forever. but regardless, hello, i'm here. i rush out of the void into the white page, image of albino buffalo dust clouds my mind. i am here. i can't quite get over myself. it's strange, i feel strange but damn right i'm going to publish this because this post is like breathing, nothing especially amazing and yet at the same time amazing because i'm breathing because i'm writing and yes it's simple and repetitive but it's here, like i'm here.

hello.

 do i tell you, internet, interweb, strange land of strangers closer than lovers? do i tell you where i've been these past 2 years? i cannot. will not. too private, too sacred. but i want these words, these vague words of 'hello' and 'here' and 'strange' and 'lost' to be put out onto this digital scroll never-ending scroll, physically non existent but scarily permanent scroll.