"This life is a little thing."
Hello, Old Friend. Just two days ago I felt the kind of agitation of spirit that I used to get before I wrote. It was the kind of thing that would happen and I'd sit down at the computer and words would flow. I used to be able to write beautiful things. Now I'm older. And I haven't written for a very long time. The words get stuck and I am afraid of them. But here I am again.
I'm a writer. I don't know why I deny it. Not that I am good or anything, far from it. But instead of talking things out, instead of musing, instead of doing a lot of things, I find that writing is what helps me. It is what calms me. It allows me to see myself the way I've always dreamed of. I am more than myself when I write.
I don't write about much. No stories, anecdotes, scenes, adventures. Just life. I write about life and how I go through it and how it goes through me. So if anyone out there reads this, great. Everyone who used to read this probably has new emails and new things that they are doing and I am so happy for them. I am back though. I am here to write again and I think it'll help me with a lot of things. Thinking that someone out there has seen this.
Maybe you're a bot in Russia. Idk. but here I am.
