Once Again.
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“I’ll be there, I’ll be there. Not far behind. Just stay a little longer. You know you’ll regret it if you go.”
This absence has been quite journey for me. I must admit though, I had an amazing time. Summers are always a time for growth and exploration for me, and this summer was no exception. Travel and play do wonders for increasing the amount of satisfaction in someone’s life. It’s really amazing how refreshed one can feel after getting out of the familiar bubble of everyday existence. I won’t apologize for enjoying myself, though I’m disappointed I couldn’t write as much as I would’ve liked during my time away.
I’m back in school now though, slowing getting back into my own unique routine after a summer of cross-country adventuring and increasingly late nights. I’m planning on updating more throughout the semester though, expectantly, when I have a break in my studies and can go through the process of putting something down in digital ink. So as always, return if you enjoy the whispers, or subscribe. I’ve got quite a collection of erotic whispers to post as well, for those of you who enjoy the pleasures afforded by human sexuality. And the occasional poem and thought thrown in to fully express myself. A constant pursuit.
Constantly rearranging, changing itself like some unpredictable shape shifting element; does it even have a form? The process gets altered, repeated, revised, interrupted, abandoned and then ultimately restarted again…but I finally get a result. Is it the result I’m happy with? Usually. That ultimately only matters to me. But the result is always wholly mine. And because of that, I’m proud. I just wish I could do it better. This creation of thoughts and ideas. This articulation and expression only I can do for myself. That’s why I continue, why I pursue this goal. That, and because I enjoy it.
Hopefully you enjoy it too.
I’ve wondered when the night grew silent. But here you’ve returned. To, once again, fill the nighttime void with your whispered lullabies. So hush now, and sing to us quietly, while we dream into the day.
Thank you,
and always anticipating..
Sounds like you were in the same boat as me, I posted maybe four times this summer. But I’m back to school now and all the words that have gotten pent up in my brain are itching in my fingertips now begging and bothering to be let out. I think I’ll oblige them. Glad your back.
G