Lover, I am lonely

It's strange how I spend my day dealing and photographing people yet, I feel completely and utterly isolated lately, like I'm on my own desert island, waiting to be reached. Every conversation I have with those people is about their child, or me explaining prices and the best deals. I cannot remember the last time I had an honest to god thought provoking conversation with someone. There are a few people in my life I'm missing right now, some good for me and some bad. It's taking much self-restraint not to delve back into them. But I need stimulus, and I think I may have to make friends with some dead artists and authors to get it at the moment. 

I'm just dying for a connection. 

Where's the conductivity? 

-L