It's been a while. I have forgotten how to write more than quick one-liners.
There had been an increasingly waning interest in introspection and documentation, probably secondary to the pressure from the truckload of things needed to be accomplished, the overwhelming cascade of events that are yet to continue, the demise of an audience, and the undying longing to eliminate the green-eyed gremlin.
Before long, no thought would stand still enough to translate into words. Ideas, feelings, and memories would all melt away as soon as they are conceived. They would not be touched. They would not be exposed. As delicate as an uncovered wound that sting with the gentlest breeze, they would leave blank notebooks to thin from the tearing off of leaves that attempt to reveal them.
Today, I want that to change.
