Lately, I have been increasing the amount of writing I do on this blog and other sites. As I do this kind of writing I have noticed how strange it is to send these thoughts, messages, and feelings out into this virtual space without any idea of where it is going and if anyone sees it at all.
This causes me to recall something I read years ago related to a comment by Stephen King that has stayed with me. I do not recall if it was an interview or an article. In responding to a question related to why he is a prolific writer and what motivates him to continue to write part of his response was, “I write to those downstream”. At the time I was struck by how beautiful an analogy that was to explain why writers write.
As a writer one can only hope that their writing will have an impact at some time and place far removed from when the writer first created the words in the first place. All of this thinking leads to this short creative piece.
I begin to send a message yet,
my hand pauses as I ask,
Is it loneliness, curiosity, or longing?
Pressing the send key I wonder, who are you,
you who have never seen me nor I you?
Are you male-female-young-old-or in between?
Or is everything jumbled together for myriad reasons that neither sender nor receiver can explain?
Across the Internet, vast and mysterious, byte-by-byte, I journey light years in nano-seconds and yet wait…
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