I’ve been traveling so much that it’s hard to type.
I’ve been sleeping so much( because traveling) that it’s hard to type.
I’ve been absent so much (because sleeping) that it’s hard to type.
But the stories are there, written. In my journals, all ready.
They interrupted my travels, so I wrote.
They interrupted my sleep, so I wrote.
They interrupt my absences, my writing.
So there here, I promise. Just waiting.