far too long...

has it been since i laid fingers to the keys. but, as i was feeling of writing tonight, it works out. however this is not the kind of writing i had intended. left, just minutes ago, feeling uninspired i thought this just might well do.

i have been very lethargic lately. it sucks. i have this 'schedule' that binds me. i'm like a zombie. an exciting day is switching up my dinner plans, and deciding to order out. i know the times 'my' tv shows begin, end, and rerun themselves. i have a lot of time to read but even it, as of late, has become yet another slot of time to fill. there is little passion right now. no fuel to quinch the parched logs. "i am not sure why i even write this letter, i have no way to send it, perhaps i write it only for myself, and so i will hide it away, with all other things that were left unsaid." yeah. exactly.

only in the places to the left do i find strength. the ever present newness of something so ancient has the ability to bring joy to even the most unexercised of hearts. my thoughts take a turn. there is no longer, it is now here. i will enjoy drinking this in.