Odd that I come back here.
Considering how little I ever put on here.
And how little I look at other people's stuff.
And how little I'll probably ever write here.




I'll chalk it up to boredom?


A random stab in the dark to see if anyone exists. I come here and remember that I used to write. That I used to know how, at least to some extent. I want to write. I recall it. But, I never seek it. As if it will be an ability to die in obscurity.
Alas.

Things change. I've changed. But my writing? It left. Ultimately because of my own doing. Sadly, I don't even comment on other people's journals and entries, if I even bother to log on and read them.






I blame chicken.