what happened to all the time, spent spinning. silly spun things about which we had our minds all wrapped and raptured?
how has our points of intrest roam'd, bees from one blossom to the next.no more like a fly trapped in a room. motivation unknown. not like a moth to a flame, neither direct nor plain.
what is our plan? what goal? land ho or ocean wind? taken far from what we once held to be our most essential-but I cant bring myself to say (dare I? I dare not) what thoughts I once held in.

oh blah and bother.
I'm quite stirr-crazed... too much time to sit and wonder what i was at. things have changed a lot. and there are things I miss.