why i dissapeared

it's not like there was nothing to say
or nothing to feel.

how will you know if you never try...
now is the time...

I may have lost my way.

is it just the lot of those like us
to be so severely misunderstood?

we wander around
bumping into one another
mistakenly
before losing courage and running back to our hiding holes.

why did I dissapear?
I'm not entirely sure myself.
sometimes talking feels impossible.
sometimes it's terrible to stop feeling but want to,
and to feel everything without wishing.

seclusion. silence.  simple.

(these words have turned out to be more serious and sad than I intended
for though it exists
the quiet has turned out to be so much more comforting.)

 

hi, hello.  there have been a lot of things going on, but yet a lot of emptiness.
I decided not to do many things and have been trying to do others.  He is faithful.
choosing silence, quiet reflection and books over social media right now.
space is essiential to breathing at this time.
(i tried to go back last night, and found that there was still no room)
in other news, my computer decided to die, but I now have one back in my hands.
hello blogging souls, hello breathing.
hello summer, halfway gone but still just as rich :)