CarveInteresting… beginning once more to regrow this skin.

Finally equipped can the longest of brushstrokes lace about lines in absence these past months. Time lost is patched with whatever is at hand, again and again until the dawn warms with awareness… there is nothing here to be regained nor remembered for nothing was lost.

Here we are again, for the first time.

‘Sorry… had you left us?’
‘No, it appears I was just out of my mind.’