Damn, I can’t believe it’s been so long. I am so bad at this, I wanted to return. I wanted to be born again, birthed through my words; there I would be naked for the entire world to see.
This is harder then it looks... I think I need a condom for my writing because I feel like this is unprotected sex, with too many different partners. No safety net, my words rise and fall on there own merits. The seconds to minutes to hours to days, then weeks, then months, time has rolled by like an express train with no plans on stopping at my stop.
So excuse me while I pull a “Rainbow” and find my fate on the third rail.
