Where does the time go? How does one wake up and realize he hasn’t written in over a year? Hasn’t fed his soul in over a year? Hasn’t felt the touch of a sensual submissive in more years than he can count?
Do such transgressions make a man unworthy of love? Of friendship? Of more? I hope not. But I am not the jury or judge fit to answer any of these questions.
So, I simply sit and I ponder the possibilities. I am merely a simple man who once had great intentions, but seems to have fallen short. If I were to write a memoir, this would surely make for an appropriate title.
How are you, my friends and fellow kinksters? Are you still happy, healthy, and well? Please leave me a comment and let me know how you have been. I will try my best to be more present, feed my soul, and find my voice again.
-ML
