Another week is almost gone,

time sure seems to fly.

I still wonder,

Where are you at?

Like grains of sand, time escapes throughout my days... Will you come back?

The year just seems to be flying away...

Hallowing is approaching, and the end of another year

is already looking at us this way...

Will you be back again one day?

I know you are not arund, but can you fault me for hoping?

I read again your amazing story, and I can't help to think that it will tear the heart of so many apart if you decide to never continue. Please give us some hope, and say you will be back!

When the days fly by, the weeks begin to pile, 

and then you see how easy it becomes

to let time just slip by you.

Has it been long for you?

Flowing...

Like the constant flowing of water in the small creek.

Like the leaves in the summer breeze.

Like the sand between my fingers.

Time flows, always constant, always true...

And here I am still wondering,

Where are you?

Is hope really the last thing you can afford to lose?

Are you around?

Is everything well?

I wonder still why, 

your print is here,

not fading away,

but slowly getting lonely,

among those abandoned,

among those forgotten...

So tired...

It's been a long hard day.

But I still wanted to look for you

before I go to sleep.

Pain kept me away for many hours,

but now that I feel better,

I crawl back in here hoping; always hoping...

Perhaps today will be the day,

when you come back again?

I still search,

I still await,

that perhaps,

today will be the day,

when you peek inside,

and see,

that we still wait.

A thousand words, a million thoughts,

infinite hours, days, and weeks...

All the dreams, all the fantasies,

but is never enough...

We read sometimes twice, sometimes 5, 8, 20 times...

But is never enough.

They bring us joy, rage, desire.

They make us weep, or scream in anger,

Hate and love, and laugh with joy...

But then there are those,

who simply vanish, and leave us in limbo,

always wondering, always asking, 

"When will they return?" 

When will the magic weavers

will come back to spin their wheel?

Is the magic gone, has the passion fizzled

like a small fire in a storm?

Will their light shine maybe again,

to gift us with a few moments of stolen joy?

The magic writers that craft new worlds,

new lives, new days, new loves,

sometimes decide to kill the keystroke

that many times had many captured,

under the words that at one time flew free

from their minds and imaginations' fire... 

The time grows long, your absence hurts,

I toss & turn, thinking "Will she be there?"

I come on here, to look for you,

you're nowhere near,

I leave again...

Hot days of summer, seem to stretch along, everything seems to run slower, and 

I wonder if you are hiding from the sun? 

Sometimes I wonder if perhaps something happened that has prevented you from coming back? Life is full of obstacles and bumps along the way, but the good thing is that there is always someone who is willing to help.

If you ever need to vent, or just feel like you need the help, but don't feel right asking strangers for it, just make a comment, drop a clue. You would be surprised at the amazing kindness some strangers are capable to give!

Wishing everything is well, and hoping to see you back again.

For many mondays are a beginning to a new week, to something new.

For others is just a continuation of something called time.

Renew your imagination, get new inspiration, or continue with

that idea that you left asleep; but please,

come back again...

I promise to try, I won't make a promise if I think that I can't keep it, but I do promise to try...

I will come to visit every day, 

Keeping the hope alive,

I will try to remind you every day, 

that we miss you more and more.

Well, here I am... Again.

Not as inspired as the other days, but here none the less.

My hope is still alive, so I still come by,

hoping that today will be the day,

when you finally realize how much we miss you,

and wish to see you back...

Gray friday, clouds in my heart,

the sun is hidden, and so you are.

Come back to us, make us smile,

not only the sun can shine, 

in the sky there is a bright moon,

hurry up, and update soon!

Counting days, like counting stars, 

so many of them, just not enough.

I whish upon, each one of them.

Perhaps today, you will come back?