allowing a nose dive

that's the way it goes sometimes, life gets too busy at the end of a month and something or other take me away from the laptop and oh well, the entries dry up and the visiters fade away and the month takes a nose dive (especially when a previous month finished with a serious bang)... so for what it's worth, nothing going on... but the dream of fame and fortune, or at least a band (and i dream a bass will join me, to fill the bottom in, and maybe now some lead guitar so it wouldn't sound so thin, and i need some drums to set the beat and help me keep in line, and way back in the distance, some strings would be so fine... and we'd all play together... ah, good dreams never die, even when they're sleeping)... i think i was asleep at the time, but the entries will be there no doubt, even after the fact...

meanwhile, all the tired horses in the sun, all the empty time, dead air, as one industry calls it... are you out there?... are you missing me?... do you even care?... or so lost in despair you don't have the will or energy to say you are there and you care and it's sad to be there that way... so what do you say?... send a few characters to this odd character and remind us both that we are not alone today?...

there's always hope, remember?...