Have you ever just disappeared? Painted over by passions or possessions, purposes or propensities.Obligation. Pathological demands and the avoidance thereof.Desires so deep you’ve gone and drowned again. Retreat became a raid instead.A parasitic hollowing out of soul and mind and all that might’ve been.Were you ever really real to begin with, or a mere amalgamation?

I’d like to think I have something to say, but I’ve started blogs with less. I’m probably just following this flutter of familiar excitement because I’m glad the feeling still exists here…in this kaleidoscopedy mess of an unexamined life I’ve been shuffling through. The past five years have been a lot. I have not. Introspection became a luxury when I…