(93) the 9-9

(image courtesy of unknown artist) it's been a long time since i've danced with, wrestled with, wondered with, wandered amongst... words, of any real weight. for any purpose other than explaining myself to someone. than for writing something that barely anyone will read nor care about, to a client who will never know nor care who i am. than for replying to a steady, but slowly decreasing stream of messages. the remnants of which are becoming less and less personable as the days go by, the gradual shift from casual yet deep conversation to... customary "how are you?"s sprinkled throughout a thinning message history. messages aren't everything by any means, and i admittedly get overwhelmed by them, too, wishing for a reprieve. but when your life outside of them, regarding means and opportunities of contact with loved ones and past/present/future friends alike, is also slowly dwindling... the message history patterns reveal a lot more than just correspondence. my 9-5 is becoming my 5-9,…