The ages have passed and I will admit that I have desired to craft new words for these pages. It has seemed so long since motivation were lapping at my feet, the tide seemed retired into the distance, its return scarcely conceivable. I consider motivation yet another party to abandon me in my time of emptiness.
I have found myself referring to my emotional state as one of contented indifference. I know in my mind that happiness is greater than this present disinterested grey that shrouds my every decision and experience, and yet, I know too the depths to which I have fallen before.
Despite the fact that many things are going well, I cannot disrobe myself from the tattered garb I don to alert others to my distress. Quietly I wish they would come to my rescue, while knowing I would sooner drown then see them succeed.