I feel a little guilty having not posted anything in a quite a while, but at the same time, I haven’t had the urge to write anything lately.
It’s weird. Usually the thoughts or words or lines of poetry flutter in from time and time, reminding me that this is a world that I still belong to. But lately, this world feels so distant. It’s frightening…because writing is a part of who I am and these words are what keep me from falling off balance.
This is freedom to me. This is where I am able to indulge in my imagination without no boundaries of purpose or word limit. I like this. I’m well aware that I’m typing all of this now just so I can convince myself of the fact. I’m sorry for that.
For those of you who have stood by my side as I write out all these thoughts and emotions – thank you. I wouldn’t keep coming back if it weren’t for you.
I’m sure, that somewhere in the edges of my heart, there are words that I want to release upon this blank canvas. There might be something beyond my scope that is preventing me from doing so. But the written word is magical and I will return to it time and time again. Time and time again.