The Return
Well, I'm back from spring break. I wish I could say I did something or derived some sort of pleasure, but sadly, that was not meant to be, it seems. I did a whopping...NOTHING! There isn't really any news to report, so I'll leave you with this bit of poetry.

The Wraith
I float through the world,
thinking,
seeing,
feeling,
but utterly immaterial.
I cannot leave,
because I am not really there.
My ghostly hands reach out towards the light
of human contact,
but pass through it like smoke.
My presence dimmed to the point of transparency,
I drift in and out the conscious minds of the people that walk by,
so alive,
so vibrant,
so distant.
~Will McCollough