adsum... i am here.
my first blog entry.
i'm not sure where to begin or what to say... there really isn't anything on my mind at the moment that i'd like to put out into the universe... nothing tragic to vent about... but since i'm starting this new blog, it may be interesting to look back one day at my first entry... so i might as well make it good... but that's just too much pressure. i revert to stream of consciousness.
i miss writing. i miss the creative flow of translating my thoughts into almost tangible words. i miss the craft. i miss the release. i don't know how i allowed so much time to pass without some prose in my life... i am not a magnificent writer, nor do i aspire to be... but i am a passionate writer. i am the "i-need-a-pen-and-paper-right-now-to-get-these-thoughts-out-of-my-head-and -the-pain-out-of-my-heart-type-writer"... perhaps that is why i haven't written in so long.
for once, i am happy... and the inspiring feelings of being uninspired and dwelling in the loneliness of loneliness no longer perturb me. so what kind of writer am i if i only am prolific in moments of despair. i look back at past writings and i am saddened by who i was at that moment in time, i become so aware of a moment in the past that it still torments me in the present. i feel sorry for the little girl who'd smear her ink with troubled tears. i miss writing. but i don't miss the sadness i associated with it for so long. i haven't been back there since...
the purpose of having this blog is none. except to freefall into my own thoughts. i want to write. randomly. about anything. and be happy.
adsum.
I am ready to blog, blog, blog. Blah. Blah. Blah.
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