...return

Renewal rends the rust.

i hate alliteration.

I don't hate a lot of things though. In fact, the problem now seems to be I love too much.

I'm glad to write again. My life is not only interesting by it's surroundings. A year later nearly. I can hardly believe it.

as this stone rolls to a stop, there may be no moss--but it's still a rock.

how did that happen?
i thought i was more prepared.
i thought it wouldn't be so hard--in either way.

am I still neutral? i suppose for now. we'll see though.

I'm ready for something. Is it coming?