Been a while.

Its been a while, dear blog.

While I scribble away in the dark desperation of a book, you languish here, alone and forgotten. But no, maybe not forgotten. 

You see, I think of you, often. I think of the words that could have filled you up, could have you satiated. Sated. Satisfied. Done. Push-away-from-the-table done. 

But no. I leave you sobbing in the little corner of your own little cyberspace while I coax words out with a pen and paper. 

I write senseless poetry from the demented-ness of my mind. Words, jumbled together like a flock of vultures, circling overhead, looking for their prey. 

I pray they won't find me. 

Too many things going on this night. This dark dark night. In these days. There are too many things swirling in the atmosphere and there's too many things for me to write down right now.

Would love to, though.

Maybe I should start another blog. Write somewhere else. Find a bit or a hint of a spark of inspiration. Or maybe it deserves a new laptop. *wink*

I don't know. And at present, I think I'm too tired to care. 

Or maybe its just looking for another pen. And paper. And something to scribble on.