I haven't been writing much, here or anywhere. I've been reading a lot, playing some music, but only stuff I like, and I've been on the road a bit. It feels good, like I'm doing things and standing still at the same time.
I have to stay still for just a while. I'm jotting down ideas here and there, but I'll get back to them when I'm ready to move. That's not to say I'm frozen. I'm just standing in one place long enough to finally appreciate what's all around me, good and bad. It's been a lot to take in, and I'm holding my ground. Metaphors aside, I just need some time during which nothing happens.
So to answer the question, "Where have you been?" I've been right here, back to where I started, over to where it's going to end for all of us one day, and back here again. I do feel a big purge coming, and not of the vomitous sort. Just hold tight.
"As quiet as it was on the outside, it was very loud on the inside." -This Book Will Save Your Life, A.M. Homes.
So to answer the question, "Where have you been?" I've been right here, back to where I started, over to where it's going to end for all of us one day, and back here again. I do feel a big purge coming, and not of the vomitous sort. Just hold tight.
"As quiet as it was on the outside, it was very loud on the inside." -This Book Will Save Your Life, A.M. Homes.
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