I haven’t been on this site for two and a half years and yet here I am back again.  Folks around me say it’s a testament to my strength that I’ve made it this far, but I say it’s a wonderful combination of  cowardice and my old friend Jack.  I don’t really know what I wanted to say here but I just needed to say something somewhere to someone.  A lot of the time it’s the silence that gets to me, albeit I bring that silence upon myself.  Nobody to talk to about this stuff, nobody that really honestly wants to hear what I think.  So I guess that’s why I’m back? Venting and whatnot.  ‘Spose I’m rambling on a bit now so to those like me, I raise a glass and leave you with Poe.

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?