a re-birth of sorts.  of course mired by the past, but i now consider this to be perspective rather than some haunting spectre.  and in this unrefined newborn state, maybe beauty will yield to truth.  no quiet storms this time: this is the is the summer's opressive heat, full of kinetic energy.  07|04|02

a year later and i've finally returned to this.  energy displaced, dormant, slowly rising to the surface.  ignored.  perhaps on the cusp of change, more likely just wasting even more time.  but this time with a purpose, or delusions of one.  this time with the burning need for something genetive in my life.  something positive.  something expressive.  something to help me find myself again.  09|20|03

days became months became years.  energies ebb and flow, displaced and redirected.  and yet summer seems to take me here and face me with this void, echoed in the boundless summer heat.  retrospection and introspection, protracted in endless summer days and hot summer nights.  07|13|04