Apr 13, 2011 23:39
I've been meaning to post here for a while. I'm not lacking thoughts nor desire, but I'm not acting either or iether. So without further adieu, a post has been made. With grandeur, exuberance, escapade.
Perhaps I'd be amiss in this friss if I were up in a tiss. But I've been somewhat quite in my requiet, this journey along. I'm a tad bit slow, to respond on the go, when a delay is certainly an ally and a foe. How am I to know, what is known and what is not? But either way, I should write or complain some anot.
Vispay, aluquay! Mish me, putay! Elohar endear, a word to fear. Lestwish thestgift amime theswift.
I am but one man, though many thoughts do I have. One to many, many from one - but not one to another. A gift I am missing that I do behold. I cannot find it though it defines my mold. In agony I have searched, and I have acted unknowingly. That driving motivator, related to my gift untold. So I am looking. Farseeing, though notseeing more. Myblindess a disease that infests and bores.
Entrail, villubai, tralue, disdkai.
So long my friends, farewell, goodnight.