So, yes, it's been a while since I've blogged, and yes, it is a terrible shame. Look, I know it, you know it, we all know it, so I'm saying it. It's been said. That said, I will say the following. Permit me some latitude as I attempt to ease back into my notorious BenBlog form after a long, unplanned off-season.

Truth: The world was a more beautiful place a year ago. That's what love does--even the potential kind. Greens are greener. Breezes, more life-giving. Violets, more vivid. Skies, brighter. Sunsets, deeper. Moments, more momentous. Great. Awesome. But love also perseveres. Love creates moments of creativity in expression only because the true kind never fails. Great moments--romantic, creative, or otherwise--exist only because love suffers well the tragic, the dark, the mundane. It is within this understanding that I find it valuable to document those moments that are not-so-great in language that may not always be so polished and well-considered--paragraphs that may not necessarily contain both perspectives--or even a single complete perspective.

The truth is that I am a broken creation. Try as I might, all I can ever muster is a broken expression of broken thoughts. So why try to patch up the expression--or even the thought? Well, insecurity I guess. Perhaps. Sure, one can polish his writing, but we all know it didn't come out that way in the beginning. What if people became less interested in an orchestrated, polished product and more interested in the real deal--imperfections and all? What if writers spit out their minds and left it to the reader to sort out the details without any cheat-sheets?

Well, this is what I may offer to you at times. My apologies if I forget, neglect, or deliberately avoid polishing future thoughts and musings. Further apologies for the times when I will refuse--out of sheer insecurity or utter ignorance--to expound or clarify future, past, or present brainchildren. Thank you for your understanding.

In any case, for worse or for better, you can say it. It's true.

"He's back."