So I've gone awol again for two months. What has happened during that time? Lots, but I don't even know where to begin. And even though lots has happened, in the grand scale of things it all seems so trivial. So why bother? It's all in the past and the most I can do is learn and move on. Learn yes. Move on? I'm kinda working on it. I'm not sure what I've moving on from, or even if I want to. I wish it felt a little more like spring now.

A song by The Postal Service, but personally I prefer the cover done by Iron and Wine, off the Garden State soundtrack. For someone special:

I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images and
When we kiss they're perfectly aligned

And I have to speculate
That God himself did make us into
Corresponding shapes like puzzles pieces
From the clay

True, it may seem like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this
That catch my troubled head
When you're away, when I am missing you to death

When you were out there on the road
For several weeks of shows
And when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay

I've tried my best to leave
This all on your machine
But the persistent beat
Sounded thin upon listening

That frankly will not fly
You will hear the shrillest highs
And lowest lows with the windows down
When this is guiding you home

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay

..so easy to forget?

I've always wondered. Like this, this place that I've been writing in on and off for the last five years now. At some points in my life I'll write regularly (more or less), but then I'll abandon writing for extended periods of time..usually when there's something going on IRL that occupies more of my time such as assignments, relationships...and lately that thing which keeps me away is work.

But no, no matter how busy I am or how long I'll stay away I've always come back here eventually, to write something down. A landmark perhaps, of what I felt and thought after a certain period of time. What has happened since the last time I wrote?

My bag was stolen while I was having lunch in the city. I didn't even realise that someone who walked by managed to snatch it. My keys (house and shop), diary, wallet, DS and various other belongings gone. Thankfully I still had my phone with me or I wouldn't have known what to do. When something like that happens, people surprise you..genuine concern from superiors, helping hands offered and comforting arms rushing to catch you.

I've been thinking a lot lately..about choices, whats right and wrong, real and imagined. But all this thinking just makes me ask more questions, and I don't get much closer to an answer I am happy with. I hope my friends can forgive me for being so random, abstract and yes, distant lately. Some things you have to work out on your own.