Gimme.

I was bereft of the exhilaration of discovery for so long, it feels really good to finally recover this feeling again, even if just for a little while.

Picking up bits and pieces; tiny baby steps.

Intermittent.

Idle chatter with the neighboring uncle:

"How's your future planning going?"

"Uhhh, I have none"

Awkward but hearty laughter ensues.

Please standby. . .

Conceited.

It's evident that I've neglected to write lately. I don't even remember the last time I wrote anything.

Not snippets of my monologue like this, but writings. I'm not making much sense here am I.

I have moments of revelation, becoming highly inspired to write but these moments are as fleeting as their occurrences. It would seem that I'm climbing into a comfortable cocoon, becoming lazy and complacent.

Alas, my worst nightmare comes true.

Utter.

Is it better to not try at all than to experience such gut-wrenching defeat?

Do or do not.

Dammit.

Downtrodden.

It seems awkward. Typing, writing, blogging. Again, after innumerable periods of inactivity.

It is like I've forgotten how to do this. An incoherent phrase here and there.

It feels both strangely alien and oddly familiar. Trying to come up with something witty.

I think I've lost it.