I forgive my inactivity as of late. It would seem that my poetic drive has dwindled to a blueish ember. and the Muse has not taken alight on my mind in some time. I shall try in earnest to conjure up a phrase that can captivate and allure my watchers soon. for now the sound of silence is all I can give in my absence and while it is nothing but your mind echoing to its own vessel. I imagine silence to be a conk shell held to ones ear. if you listen closely the ocean in your soul shall koo into your ear and shine wonders upon your sight.
till my scribe-mind returns my sincerest apologies