I have not been writing lately, somehow after the holidays my schedule became busier, and I became somewhat emotionally unavailable to the writing process.

Baring my soul is not as easy as my rambles make it seem, but I do so anyway, somedays it is because the ether is the only friend I have. I mean the space in the air that carries my thoughts, not the solvent base of life ruining chemicals.

There has been a lot of changes in my life, and for the most part it's for the better, the latter keeps me awake at night. All the fixing cannot always fix what has been done, and I have missed out on alot of years with those I loved…