This blog has been my everything.
I finally found a place where I can just say whatever is on my mind, whenever I feel like it.
I get to release it all.
And be proud of my work.
But the biggest thing it has done for me is made me realize my love for writing, of course with the help of my darling.
It helped me realize the kind of person I am and the kind of person I want to be.
It has made me look at everything in a different light. Everything I encounter is a potential blog post. A potential story.
It makes me want to read books, to learn more, to share knowledge.
This blog is my first love. I don't ever want to let this go.
I can sit here and make thousands of excuses to why I haven't been posting. But at the end of the day, it doesn't make me feel any better.
I have things to write about but to be completely honest, some times I'm too lazy to do the research.
Some times I am afraid to write because I think I won't have anything interesting to say but once I overcome that, my fingers just begin to move at a rapid speed and before I know it, I have paragraphs.
I am afraid because I don't know.
I don't know because I am afraid.
I have this poem, silly little poem, something that I wrote while I was getting my hair chopped off.
Oh! By the way, I totally cut all my hair off but I won't get into that right now, that definitely deserves it's own post but back to the poem. I wrote a poem, some thing I don't normally try to do because I always sound trite but for some reason I actually really like this.
Seeing right through you
thinking maybe I shouldn't
Avoiding the obvious
saying you couldn't
I can't be this naive
maybe I am not naive at all
and it's exactly what it seems
I pride myself on being different
everyone's past experience
has blessed me with wisdom
my views has changed
because my gut doesn't feel it
Is it love?
Or am I wishing?
Goodnight all and and happy October :)

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