| 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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