Thank you, old friend

I've begun to miss my blog with a vengeance, 
as if it were a being in its own right;
and not something i created.

a hundred, a thousand, painstaking hours 
of pouring out words and poring over syntax,

as if it were something under a sheet of bullet proof glass;
meant to be stared at from a distance
and coveted. 

Truth

Closed my eyes

and i could see

what i wanted it to be.

It knows no origin;

It just is.

a beginning

unto itself; and an end 

to no end.