I can’t connect, social media not my friend,  makes me feel like a stalker when looking at someone I’m interested in, like that person wants me dreaming intimacy, the kind I’m lacking.

“Boundaries!” My brain screams.

I find myself OVER thinking, “He would never be thinking about you, your a wish away from crazy!”

I want to be a gypsy, like never before in my life, or maybe a nomad…

No, a hippie following my favorite band, seeing new faces and places, dancing and feeling good across the land, forgetting the war that’s at hand.