I apologize for my absents and neglectful ways.
It's just the nature of the beast I've become.
been wondering for quite sometime
been howling like the lone wolf that i am at the baning moon before my hungry eyes.
been longing and looking for the hunt that tears at my stomach
the rage of not knowing what it is
or where it will be found
has left me ripped and torn and bloodied to the core
I've been ravenous and seeking for far too long
I've lost my easy get away transportation
I've gone primitive
back to the travel of feet and man power driven ambitions of desires not too far off yet far away still from my current geographical position in this transient life
For now i choose to sit and stand and scratch and look off toward the distant horizon and wonder what else is out there for us all and where i may go now that i am primitive man without automotive transportation of this day in age.

Im not so far away ill be coming round again someday when the time is right and the Hoarde ceases to fight amongst themselves.

There is always truth behind the veils of twisted lines of text.

Where? Why?

Just two questions to answer.