Little White Butterflies

The sun is shining, the birds are singing,
And there you all are, just fluttering around.
Flying up, flying down, and going every which way,
It's like you're saying "Hello, it's good to see you."

Flitter flutter, flitter flutter,
I'm just standing here watching you fly.
I could go and come back,
And you would still be here.

Are you flying or are you dancing now,
Or are they both the same to you?
Doing the things you do, with nary a sigh.
It feels good to watch you, my little white butterflies.

Absent but not forgotten...

I've not forgotten about this blog.  I just haven't had much material or updates or anything to talk about.  Also went through bad storms and flooding in the Nashville area a couple of weeks ago.  My roommates and I got off light compared to a lot of other people.  There have been a lot of factors lately contributing to my lack of writing, trying to write, etc, but most are past now.  The only one I can think of right now that remains is proper sleep, which should not be a problem, but somehow blindsides me every now again.  Slips past, or something.

Anyway...

Yeah, I'm still here.  Had a lot of other things on my mind lately.  I'm prioritizing the various writing ideas/projects I got going on/floating around in my head.  Something productive will happen soon.  I promise.