drugs and deliberation

Because it sounds better than 'mad ramblings of sleep deprived woman with decongestant'
We are all connected,every day,to the ones we love.They never really leave you,either by death or distance,that which you shared with them is always real.So many diferent connections,like invisible webs,spreading out accross the world,anchored to a moment,a thought or an event,or simply to blood or family of another kind.They find their way to the other person,and anchor again there. Sometimes the lines are restrictive,tight and thick as steel- a bond that feels heavy and stifling,yet others are little more than gossimer,connecting through time and space to when the world was both bigger and smaller,and our place in it was childhood certain.So many ways to love and be loved,and even those wires which appear broken can somehow tug all to effectively with a single atom,sending lightening down the connection and bringing the memory home.There are those I love,those I remember fondly,and some connections which are not love or even persistant habit,but merely a quirk of something larger than me.Its all pretty impressive. And very fuckin awesome.Now Im off to pass out and wait for the drugs to work..