27 December 2012
I feel I've left you, Drifted away, Distracted from Opuss, Ditched, if you may.
The distractions of life, Ceased my time, Whereas Opuss had to, Wait in line.
Whether I've returned, Is a different matter, Writing doesn't come to me, On a silver platter.
In fact, I rather struggle to write, My brain works fine, But my hands go tight.
So I will see, If I have come back, But breakfast calls, I need a snack :)
I'm Back For Now • Opuss № I