Im back. No worries, I know you had to miss me. Hell, I missed me. I do that from time to time. I begin to miss myself. I feel like there isnt enough time in this world to accommodate the time I need for me. So sometimes, I wander off to the dark recesses of my mind, and I pull out a digital or manual writing equipment, and my mind sets on fire and anticipation of wanting to release the words, the demons, the scars that are held so completely captured there. So, Im back. Maybe even with a vengeance.