Sometimes a lot of things happen, a lot of time passes. You can either let it go or seize every moment. Then again, you could savour and treasure some of it while you wonder where the rest fit in. You could sit down and go through it all, a little analysis, a little prodding, a little smiling.

I did none of it. I have so much to say, everyday. But I am no longer capable of writing. I have no words, no skills, and no imagination. But all said and done, I miss blogging. Reading all over the net, and writing myself. I miss the interaction I have with the readers through the comments. Some of them have become really good friends. And for that alone, I'll attempt to write again and get back to something I so loved.