I've been blogging a little over a year now and as my college T-shirt says, it's been a long strange trip. And I'm happy I did because I made some great new friends and one very special friend. But in the end, it's become far too difficult to give this blog the attention that I once did and it rightly deserves.
The 55-word rallies have been what I enjoyed most. It's only fit, even if it's not Friday yet, to sign off with one.
It enters in soft whispers and undying declarations, where words mean more than actions.Like Chamique, I'm all blogged out.
In time, the words fade to black as the actions speak for themselves; screaming for sweet release.
And it leaves in broken promises, a city unbuilt and the ruins for the world to see, of what could have been only if...