regrowth

and no, i don't mean the kind that spouts from follicles, unless they're of a metaphorical sort.

i just thought that a 6 months hiatus was proving detrimental of sorts on the mental inscape of my brain. which you can probably tell from the way my words are taking shape. and it totally makes sense that the intangible plagues my brain in the inhumane fragments of the morning, making it impossible to negotiate a deal with the sandman to just leave off the jump cuts that throw my mise en scene in disarray; while now that i'm offering a chance for concretization, they bashfully deign to remain hidden.

then again, maybe love did nothing to heal my verbal/articulated impotency. darn.

still, the thing is. i'm back. sweeter, snappier and just a bit more jaded.

hooray.