this blog has dilapidated into a dire corner of the internet. sadly, so sadly,the words which use to come so easily have become a recluse to me. it is my renewed intention to revive the words, my words, which have sifted into dust.
when life was busier my words always found their way, through sleep and stress and heartache, they always formed into sustenance-- for this blog and for my sanity. and while my undergraduate days have gone, life still finds me scrambling. this blog has been neglected because, if i'm being honest with myself, the words are bottlenecked inside of me. words and thoughts about huntman, choices, fear and love and sacrifice, desertion and goodbye... it all came crashing in on my independent self. i did not want to write because i did not want to think. i was happy. i am happy, truly, but to think of such things caused a little pain and i shunned the possibility of pain abruptly and without regret. that is, until i remembered my poor abandoned blog, which has seemed rather superficial as of late.
if i am not honest, to a degree, on this blog i am not being honest with myself. take it or leave it, but writing is my salve, assuaging the bits of life that poke so i can live more fully and freely.
today is not the day to delve into the words bottlenecked inside, but soon i shall, because i can feel the words easing their way back to me, finding the home i have opened up for them once more.
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