Where have I been? Where have you been? This is a draft; it is only a draft and isn’t intended to convey useful information, provide valuable guidance, or concoct new concoctions in any way, shape, or form whatsoever.

I need to eat now and since I have been absent from these friendless confines for just so long now it is left to me to finally realize that sustenance is sometimes a necessary goodness. Yum yum.

Where have I been? Where haven’t I been? And why didn’t you see me in the places where I haven’t been or saluted me in my presence in the places where I have…been? Perhaps that should remain properly rhetorical at it’s core so that we can just agree to leave it mostly alone for now.

I set out here to compose after decomposing for just about a month now.  Man that really stinks.

I set out here to reach that magical 500 word count that I never nor seldom do reach.  Not exactly anyhow.

Where were you when I needed you?  Why did you abandon me for the holidays?  I waited and waited and wondered where everyone had gone.  I wondered why you left and failed to return back to here, to where we had started now so not so long ago.  It really wasn’t but I fear that it might seem thaw way to others.  Not to you, though.  No, never to you.

Halfway home and wondering what’s on the table for dinner.  Except that it should be lunch by then or even by now.  Time to eat.  Time to refresh and refuel and refine what it is that I am after.  What is it?  Why do you want to know?

Okay then, enough badgering already; rest and be calm and I will fill you in.

There is only so much time that any of us has and what is it that we choose to do with that which we have?  Is that really, now, really, what defines us all in the end?  Maybe.

Or maybe we are just what we eat.

Or what we say.

Or what we do.

Maybe we are who we would be if we could be who we would want to be.  We were all sort of children once, playing with toys.  But now we are not no not no longer.

Rested but still quite tired.  Fed but always seemingly hungry.  Kind but all too often mean.  And dead while still alive.

It is Monday and the newer year had just begun.  A dozen days ago according to those in charge of such things.  I wish for all of you all that you would wish for me.  And maybe just a little more of what you would wish for yourselves.

I journey forward and will return here from time to time, as time to time will so allow, and then we will all be met again.  There.  Then.  Here now.

But still so very hungry.  And still a word or two beyond..