The blah-dee-blah of life has taken control. The mundane fixtures of mechanical existence have enforced a subliminal patriarch within. Wait! Till I come back to your side. We’ll forget….Forget what? It’s been a long time, oh how I’ve been alone. I love it. It’s been a long time, now I’m. Now I’m better, I think. Now I’m focused. Now if you heart breaks, don’t wait. Turn me away. But if your hearts strong hold on, I won’t be far behind. Wait? Ahh nobody is holding a gun here. Now I’m coming back into what I used to know. I’ve been alone. I love it in many ways. I dread it for many days. Love is the only attainable manifest desired by my being of self-righteousness. I want it, but it takes work. I love my friends. I honestly do. Not love like I enjoy their company, I fucking love who they are. I love how they understand who I am. How they don’t write me off. How I can disappear and they know that’s just who I am. They know this creative soul is in somewheres’s land. He’s thinking about this…He’s working on that…He’s planning to…

He’s planning to what? He’s working on which? He’s where?

Well, it’s been a long time, I’ve been away now, oh how, and I’ve been alone. Wait! Please! If you forget I will forget the tears we’ve cried.  Wait!