The scattered remain, the rest is missing.

Wow it’s been so long since I’ve last written here. I didn’t even realize that I started to have followers. 

I’ve been telling myself that I need to get back to writing. I need go gain my sanity back and I need to stop feeling like I’m floating and hovering everything that happens. It feels like I’m on this cloud, where I’m waiting for things to fall into place. As if they weren’t already. I think I have everything I want, a bit more even. I would get into so much trouble if I said my thoughts out loud, it’s not even a funny thing. 

I’ve gone back to writing songs, maybe that explains my lack of skill and honed quill tips for writing prose. 

Please forgive my lack of eloquence.