I fly like paper, get high like planes. If you catch me at the border all da visas in my name. If you come around here...oh wait, that's the wrong MIA, but you have to admit that "Paper Planes" is a good song. No clue what they're singing about, but it's a good song!
Okay, so I've been m.i.a for a month and a half, and my second admission is that I don't feel guilty. I think sometimes I just need to stop and smell the roses. Art is just as much about input as it is about output, and if your candle wick is completely burnt out you can't properly behold all the beauty around you. So, I bought a new wick, beheld some beauty and now I'm ready to set some stuff on fire (figuratively speaking, of course).