Ah, my dear, I have missed you... you to whom I could open my soul in the dullest and most absurd ways... you who have sat quietly through my months of mediocrity and waited for that one moment which is art.

I will write to you once more. I do not intend to be at all personal here, simply art. I have seen the pain that can be caused by personal, and be not mistaken, it is pain. Personal doesn't work online. Personal should be between two persons.
But this... this is practice, and poetry and fantastically and garrishly dull. But wait for it, my medium, if you have the patience. And I may again find my way to art.