People have in their homes a certain flow of energy.

not jsut in homes, they carry it with them, this wya of things, this rhyme and rhythm to life that bleeds into every group of people they are near.

Whenever i enter a person's home for the first time i feel as though i am running alongside a train trying to fidn teh right moment to jump on. Sometimes i make the leap, and i can fit in to the flow and vibration of the area, i fit in perfectly and seamelssly and i feela s htough i belong and others feel that way too. then otehr times i cantmake the leap, i miss too often or i hesitate and dont take up the ompportunity.

then i ride a wave of akwrdness, ocassionalyl slidding beside the train at a few wtops waving at the passengers but never managing to fit in entirely.

Sometie siw rok my way there, sometimes i hitch on automatically sometimes i never manage.

I can be around an absolutely fascinating group of people but if i cannot find the fow f energy, if i cannot fit into their rhythm and patter, i cannot put in a word edgewise.

with theatre somehow i always manage to hop on wuite easily and wuickly.

perhaps that is why ilvoe it so. I can feel as though i am a peice if thepuzzle, quite quickly.

its nice to almos tbelong somewhere.