It's been a while, the need to write wasn't felt at all. Conveniently, he makes my raspberry swirl. I'm content and in the pink of health and happiness. Always learn up poems by heart, let them become the flouride of your bones. My time passes in a haze of music and sleep. I'm drawing again, everyday. My graphite pencils are rapidly getting depleted. The evenings are softly purple and the nights prussian blue with hazy wisps of silver. We can stretch and spread out, waiting for what time chooses to bring.