Writing was a vent..

Too much bottled up in the past year, to the point of mild indifference..

But had to write today..

And the reason is, the day was eventless. no trigger, no provocation.

Just remembered the old times and thought, ha, what the heck. I have to do something in order to prevent my grey matter from turning to mortar.

so this series of senseless sentences, which would make sense to very few..

But the bottom line is, M back!