| Uneventful Happenings |
| Greetings and Salutations Lost Souls. And so I have returned to do one, I'm sure, of my final updates. I know that this stie will not exist for much longer, and well, if it does, it will be under different management. It is Halloween. My favorite time of year. The scent of decay is in the air, and the old poetry I used to know so well runs through my veins. I will dress up. I will strap in and put on a mask, and dance the night away. I will wear garters. I will watch the Rocky Horror Picture show. I mourn friends that have long since dropped out of my life. And I see them doing well, and I am pleased in my sorrow. I have reconnected with one. And found old friendship where we had left it, untouched and still alive. Another, I have also reconnected with, though they know it not, and I somehow prefer it that way. Yet another... I see not anymore, and hear nothing. I miss them. Desperately. Things go well. I'm not happy with who I am at the moment though. Personal revalations have not been kind these past few days. But that will pass, and I will move above it all like I seem to tend to. I will only hope that I am not ripped apart in the process, as has happened before. To anyone who might still read this... Thank you for your patronage. Though I regret that I have no new poetry to post. Well. Some. But nothing finished, nothing whole, or seeming whole and coherent. I will try to update with some interesting things in the months to come. I have much that I can show. The Butterfly. |