Elkay
08-27-2005, 02:26 AM
...a sweeping hand of time and matter. The memory washed chasms of thought and emotions and the torrents of physical being have whisked me far and wide in my many travels.
I never cease to be amazed at how easily the visions of our past of which we tried so very hard so very long ago to bury with trust and valor can be wrenched once more to the surface of consciousness.
The comings and goings of ones self are often quite personal and also quite relative. To say that I am back would preclude that I was gone and that my old friends is not true for I have never left you nor would presume such loss.
While the absence of my rants has gone unnoticed I can assure you there was a lapse - a void if you will that have crept into my intellect and with that I post - I am returned.
-Elkay
p.s. LK > Drakky
I never cease to be amazed at how easily the visions of our past of which we tried so very hard so very long ago to bury with trust and valor can be wrenched once more to the surface of consciousness.
The comings and goings of ones self are often quite personal and also quite relative. To say that I am back would preclude that I was gone and that my old friends is not true for I have never left you nor would presume such loss.
While the absence of my rants has gone unnoticed I can assure you there was a lapse - a void if you will that have crept into my intellect and with that I post - I am returned.
-Elkay
p.s. LK > Drakky