hello, old friend.
i've come to pay you a visit,
to brush the dust off that you've collected in your solitary internet corner.
you haven't missed much,
and i'm sorry for staying away so long.
i've been scribbling my words onto paper,
which in the end,
usually,
ends up in a ball tossed into the neglectful corner of my bedroom.
there's been a couple gems of insight,
of words i am particularly proud of...
but not too many.
mostly my words stay inside my mind,
bouncing and rebounding ideas that are nonstop ricocheting and causing my thoughts to be chaos.
but love is chaos,
at least for my knees and my backflipping stomach.