In the past weeks and months, the right words have eluded me.
I try to write the occasional post,
Yet I fall back into
Nothing seems to work in my mind.
Maybe it’s become too
Because writing is my escape.
Writing is my shelter.
There are so many things that I want to share.
Struggles that I have overcome.
Plans for the future.
Reflections on life.
Experiences… that I will cherish for a lifetime.
But I can’t find the words.
So for now, here’s a picture of me as a mime instead.
Seriously though, I’ve really missed blogging. I keep waiting to get in the zone, but it seems like I need to actively walk right back to it. Maybe I should just write and write and write, just like this.
With no inhibitions.