Hey blog.

I wonder if you're surprised at my visit.

I'm sort of glad that you're still here, despite the neglect.

Don't sulk.

I'm here to write something.

You should be glad.

I know that I am.

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It's been more than a year since things have changed.

It's almost shocking just how much did.

It's approaching the end of the year again.

Before you know it, it's time to put up the damn tree.

With all the glitter, and the works.

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Too much dwelling in the memory palace.

It is almost like a drug.

Even though the future is much more exuberant.

I seek the past for my dose of Novocaine.

The little pockets of quiet solitude,

are like the oysters of this delicacy.

Which I can't give up savoring.

Not just yet.