|Because love can come in many forms,|
not bounded by age, race, or gender. ♥
” Greetings to you all - watchers, fans, friends, and dearly beloveds~
To address the obvious, I am most regretful towards my inactivity online, be it on deviantART, FurAffinity, FanFiction.Net, Hotmail, etc.
My now work occupation has robbed me of all too much pleasantries, and I simply haven't had the time, energy, nor devotion needed for such pursuit of interests, and social networking/ communications.
I hope you can all find it in your hearts to forgive poor ol' lombs for my worrisome absence, and leaving unnoticed...
As my parting words, know that I shall return in the future, although a date and time will go unspoken, as I can not promise when. It will be when it will be. ”
The above sentiments, reposted in a more official, journal format, for the sake of garnering more widespread visibility, in servitude for those of a concerned nature, towards my wellbeing.
Truly, I have been that of a fool, selfish, and careless, for casting such a deafening absence over my online activities. My emotional resonance towards much, have now gone lost, and the connectivity I once held so dear, now seem so far away. Friendships, suddenly abandoned, out of my own folly.
I harbor such regrets over these actions of mine, and there has not been a day in passing, wherein I have not given thought to such a sought-after, distant past - to revitalize such a communal kinship. Guilt struck, and ashamed; both feelings, gnawing away at me.
Alas, what has been, has been, and what happened, had to happen - it was an inevitability, wherein I could not juggle two wholly different, yet similar lives at once, and ultimately, I had to put the first and foremost at hand, in my focus, and before the second one. A necessary sacrifice, at that moment in time. Logic dictates, that without a first life, one can not sustain a secondary life, henceforth the choices of happenings.
To break this haunting tranquility, may I speak up on the matter of an considered, estimated return of presence. Life has become more bearable on my end, as of late, and things have gone lax. Hence, dare I say, in wishful thinking, that maybe somewhere around the start of two thousand fourteenth. Only time will truly tell the tale, but, until then, I bid you all adieu.
With utmost love;