Hey guys, it's Paper here. Been a while, hasn't it? Mid-June, not a single post. Meh, I got a little side-tracked. Got a little down. It's hard, you know? Life, living, just trying to remind yourself what you're here for. It's hard, sometimes at least, to keep believing that it's worth it. I stopped believing for a while. And it hurts to stop. It doesn't just freeze you, or trap you; it's not a couple of vines, or some frost you can dust off your shoulder. It's smog; thick, purple, the kind that you can't see through or breathe in. It doesn't sparkle with a few remnants of cleaner airs or dance in whatever dead wind is blowing. It just sits, and lets you sit with it until you can't distinguish the smog from yourself.
But, I found my way out. I fell into a Slump, and found myself in the Waiting Place. I'm sure you all of been there one time or another. And I waited, and waited, and waited. And then I got sick of waiting. Of course, as luck would have it, I got sick. Literally, this time. So I'm waiting again, but it'll be a lot less longer than last time. But while I was waiting, I chased a few things and got caught up with friends and pieces of interest I lost a while back. I watched TV series that I'd put on my checklist but never checked off. I started reading books that I wanted to, even though I'm still not that far in. And I made a devotion to at least play a little less of a game that's been choking away my time. Stay away from MMOs people. All of them. They'll eat your souls and never give 'em back.
So while I'm waiting for my cold to go away, and for the A/C to come back, I'm hoping all of you are still here. And I'm hoping you're willing to give this guy another chance. Hey, I expect nothing. But maybe I can be surprised, in more ways than one. I've still got two months of summer left. Let's make 'em count, eh?
This has been An Unfolded Paper Tiger, say I'm not Wayword anymore. I know where I'm going, now.