Why Explain when you can have Squid? or What are you, a reporter?

Been some time since I've sat down and written. Its often time a difficult thing starting again. Sometimes the investment in getting things running is just as exhaustive as simply drowning in your thoughts. That and the strong compelling desire to share all the things is often a daunting task that I'd rather not take.

It's almost like building a sandcastle on the beach and not knowing where to stop. There's always something to add and more to go into. And yet I do have the urge to at least attempt to share something I've been chewing on for the past three or four months, but having to catch you up is much time as loaded as just saying that everything is fine. It's all fine. If you know me well, its just fine is my sad attempt at lying.

So yea. Already into my third paragraph and I still have to focus on a topic or at least a train of thought to steer this piece towards. And once more I'm overwhelmed in a where do I start moment that has me almost loading infinite thoughts in my head causing me to lag at where to start and where to elaborate. So I sneak into it as I am doing now and simply saunter by hoping that you do not question me on anything deeper than me just showing up at your doorstep with no idea where I've been with plenty of squid under each arm. I mean you can question why is this a thing or you can just prep the butter and wine sauce as I slice thick steaks of magnificence.

I mean, come on.... its me. Chances are after this point I may not be back for a long time. I mean, why complicate and make it harder by for me to come back. And with some time.....a long and long time, I can get comfortable enough on how returning a muffin got me on into the much epicness that caused me to think of you and wine butter sauce.

I mean, I did bring squid. Isn't that enough?

And see, somehow I created a false sense of normalcy and we are all still friends here while we enjoy our squid that I can sigh enough and relax and take off my slicker....did I mention I had one on....uh huh.....I did....and you can see the several eels attached to my back. See, I can explain this. And you are more than welcome to ask why I have them there and simply stating that they were mad at something or another and they simply refuse to let it go and on the good side, we have eel. Eels make dragon rolls. I mean, who doesn't like dragon rolls.

And you have your answers, just not the ones you were hoping for and yet you know that they will come. And why I have to keep moving at times since greenpeace honestly frown upon punching dolphins even though they fucking deserve it. And yet, we are having squid and we are enjoying our time together and I am not burdened with the task of having to explain everything. And I can work on the hardest part which is simply returning and sharing on a consistent schedule once again without letting the world take me away from you. Because sometimes its difficult just trying to get back. Harder with even explaining where I've been.

So yea.....hi. I'm backish.

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