esoteric one.

I had been gone for so long.

There was no going back to Ixtlan. It may have all changed when I finally realized that, a sad and wistful transformation more than a decade ago. Now, my reserves are getting depleted and I have to gather myself after having been scattered so much like dandelion seeds all over the place, and I have to do this unknowing and without any purpose and without the unnecessary encumbrance of emotions.

Something distinct again. and a murmur of thank yous to some songs for making me see and remember. There is another reason why I miss myself now.