yes, i am still breathing.
friends have been sending me private messages, emails and texts wishing me well and checking up on me. they noticed a lack of social media activity on my part and thought something was amiss. there were two who even thought i had passed on. beautiful thought, but no. there is, actually, something amiss but i prefer to deal with it privately. suffice it to say that detachments are never easy and they always hurt. so i have been preoccupying myself by putting a couple of dreams to sleep and waking up others. i have been writing stories about what happened but those tales will never see the light of day or even come close to facebook. ink on paper, you see. and then there is work which is an excellent distraction. there are people at work who have become friends so weekdays have not been boring. weekends are for chores, loud music, old movies, taking pictures and coffee. and there is always someone to converse with.
so. yes, i am still breathing.