wow.  what a break we’ve had.

they say happiness makes the heart grow fonder, but the truth is, i did sort of just forget about you.  please don’t be mad.  it’s me, it’s not you, i swear.

the truth is, i was even avoiding my tumblr dashboard.  i missed out on all those sweet, useless single-serving treats of photographic delight because really, it stressed me out.  i wasn’t blogging, i felt i was ignoring some sort of self-applied, self-important, self-indulgent duty, thus making the guilt doubled as it was brushed onto and by my self.  but guilt there was.  especially at glancing at my page and seeing that awful, unattractive list of my “top five artists of the week.” 

god, was that all i’d been doing?  listening to music and daydreaming and ignoring what i should be doing: writing about it?

because the guilt is still latent and i have been simultaneously blessed and cursed with the yolk of craving verbal analyzation, you’ll just have to deal with me explaining my absence away through textual blushes here.  dear reader, whether you are real or not, or just my dreamed-up excuse for making my brain matter public, i promise i’ve been writing.  just not to you.

but i promise i will start again.  if not to give you a giggle or sigh filled break as you wait for you workplace coffee to be sippably cool, then just so that a few years, months, or minutes from now, i might remember what life looked like.  i need to start collecting those momentary flashbulbs again.

so here we go: round, two? maybe.  but i’ve got some wordy love coming your way: poems, notes, philologic mazes of insanity, and of course twitterpated eyelash bats toward my favorite city: madrid.

i missed you, i really did.