The white hot dance of electricity — an infinity of
stories we take turns narrating.
We are all experts of our own experience.
Now, how can I be lonely
when the oceans are bridged
as if by magic,
and I, in New York, can lean on you, in Bath.
This poem is a tribute to the truly wonderful community that is the Friends of Captain Awkward forum, which I highly recommend visiting. The Captain Awkward in question is a phenomenal advice blogger. The blog and the community are two of the three things I credit with making me a better person today than I otherwise would have been. The third, by the way, is my beloved frubble Mischa.
Life of a Leaky Pen 