It makes me wonder where I've been, and where you've been since then, as I've writ not a word nor read not a wit, which is really quite absurd. I've been crawling around the holes, and alleys and lanes of the warrens I'm wont to call life, and I've had my share of blessings and sins, of love and moments of strife. If feels that I've lost the words in my mouth, locked deep in side of my soul except for these moments just after dawn when I smile and see the world whole.