It's scary what change can do.

A mere couple of months and here I'm, crippled of thoughts, bereft of wit and my writing ability severely restricted.

Anachronism(noun)- My brain is an anachronism.

Writing no longer seems to flow, and I can no longer muster the energy to see if others are still trekking on this vast marsh of blogs.

Oh woe is me.

Online attendence is, at best lukewarm, and each single draft is coarsely written.

It appears as though my life has began to turn mundane, and with it, the content continually presenting itself in my updates.

Perhaps, if only, there were more...