A new position at work is the cause for my silence. At least it’s the main reason however I can’t say that it is the full reason. Part of me has been empty of material for quite some time. The loss of friendships and the gain of a lover should be topics of conversation and fuel for my writing. Yet I feel the words slip away much sooner than they ever have. I have spent a great deal of time wondering if this is for me. The life of a writer that is.
I finally found the courage to write today. To see very few people have stumbled upon my page. This is alright I tell myself. This blog was made as a safe place for me to put down my thoughts. I never intended for people beyond myself to ever view the material here. A part of me wished someone would stumble across it sure. I never spent the time to navigate the community though. I didn’t view other peoples works nor did I try to utilize social media for any type of gain. That is not what this place is for. This place was for me. For my thoughts to take form and act as a record to my future self.
Well, it has been years since I have started this blog and over a year has passed without any new posts. I guess it could be considered dead. The taste of the word is foul. Dead. It strikes a cord in my chest. That cable of emotion buried deep inside and yet with a single pluck it brings reality to the forefront of the mind. However, I do not fully believe my days of writing are behind me. I can’t say why I feel this way but just that I do.
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