there's always hope...

Yes, we recently declared The End of an Era. Yes, this (e)thereal blog officially came to a point of semi-closure and a moment of moving on some time back. But did you think I was really gone?... did you think our time together was really over?... is the fool on the hill ever really done?... there is so much more to explore if you want it... there's always hope, ya know?).

Not only are there many dozens of entries left in progress in the notepad scribbles that may be pre-dated and uploaded as if they were always here somday (time is relative, after all), but just as is the case with all the previous dailies (and almost all other blogs and spaces in the written gardens), In keeping with the history (of course I should be sleeping) and traditions (in the bios) of self-inquiry (and creating me) and life (the early years) of the old world (like a fool in the chill) left behind (from the beginning) in this blogging life (and these blogging lives) from the early (behind the candoor) babbles (in The Real(TM)) and rhymes (from planet candora) and fundamental (the funda know) transition (bullsugar) into the last daily (in (e)thereal splendor) with the flurry of others (opinions and complaints) not withstanding in these written gardens, this blog shall find entries uploaded whenever the whim might lead me here (so have no fear as the long strange trip down the long and winding road will continue wherever it may lead just as the song never ends.

Follow the links and you shall find
the never ending story of my heart and mind
if you care and share, be so inclined
and you will never be left behind

I may not always be like a hurricane, but here I am :)

Unsaid, Again

Someone in Toronto may understand and perhaps others in other places too... there is a reason I left here and a reason I return and a reason I might make is seem as though I said all these things before, always hoping for more, the one who will not just say the words, but who will actually return the favor or at least show the appreciation in more than the occasional grand gesture, alas, still waiting for the one who will show the world what I offer, what I give, and maybe even let the gift of giving stay...

Somebody understands...

How often is someone concerned
With the tiniest thread of your life?
Concerned with whatever you feel
And whatever you touch?
Look over there.
Look over there.
Somebody cares that much.

How often does somebody sense
That you need them without being told?
When you have a hurt in your heart
You're too proud to disclose?
Look over there.
Look over there.
Somebody always knows.

When your world spins too fast,
And your bubble has burst,
Someone puts himself last,
So that you can come first.

So count all the loves who will love you
From now 'til the end of your life,
And when you have added the loves
Who have loved you before,
Look over there.
Look over there.
Somebody loves you more...

End of an Era

Did you read the last entry?

So whatcha think?

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as if I might insert an entry out of chronological order without mentioning it or even call those entries "insert #n" we can leave that impression for the first time with this particular perculiarly titled entry and to even add to the illusion, the subject might, Yoda not withstanding... this blog was home for a long time and while we know i would ramble on alone in a vacuum i want you to know that i very much appreciate the a few of you visited regularly and i care about you and hope you are as well as you possibly can be and still want to know so even if you do not follow me to the new two-step sometimes trilogy that are now the daily blogs plus, you can leave a message here and i hope you do leave a message here or follow me or both... this blog was becoming more and more a rambling distraction than a daily record of life and the new record of a life never really did get off the ground as the babbler was most comfortable here (and we were going less and less to the old babble places even less than less to the fun old and new semi-daily and occasional blogs so this blog just continued to be the primary depository for daily words whether there was something to say or not and that is just the way it is and was and still may be inside of me even as I appear more organized on the outside in the new daily blogs...

I meant to say something, really I did lol lam :)