| i used to write here all the time.
i do not, any longer. i think i have let the dear thing hybernate for a good year or two.
and then the other day i had a nervous breakdown. because i'm growing up getting an apartment and getting married. all in two short months.
[the growing up part hasn't happened just yet. in fact, i'm not even sure if it will happen by the time i get married.]
and i realized i missed this life. everything on this blog, i splattered my messy paint on anyone who chose to enter and read.
i was so open, it scares me. because i think i've forgotten how to be beautiful. like this -- this kind of beautiful. the thing we call life took ahold of me except, i beg to differ. that is not life, this is. all quiet, open, raw, honest thoughts.
that quietly and openly make themselves into strands of poetry. |
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