Weave a tale...

You can possibly tell from my lack of updates (or not) that I have been busy over the last few weeks.

You can tell (or not) that I have little to talk about.

I am at the stage where I want to say something but I fear it is to much that people can tell how it is I feel at this very moment.

Or I could do what I normally do and lace it with metaphors and allusions until it becomes a fabric that resembles nothing more than a pretty little epigram. Weave it so that no one can tell. Weave it so that I can't tell myself.

Weave a tale of a nightingale,
Who is granted the world, the sky.
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That's giving too much now. I'd rather not say it until I can come to terms with it.