I'm so out of habit, I've fallen of the writing wagon. I'm not sure if I still have this down. Can I still wrap words into an enticing sentence? Can I still express myself better on the page than out the mouth? I'm not sure. I feel quite out of shape. I have so much bottled up in my brain that I feel as though it may burst and all that I will try to express on this blog will just become one babbling run on of incoherence. But if I don't start this up again, I feel I'll lose the art of writing well and the art or expressing my thoughts completely. I find blogging as an extreme release. It relaxes me; if taken seriously, blogging can be as intimate as those moments shared laying with a friend, lost in the most philosophical of conversations. Though what I've written on this blog shadow in comparison to what I've in my past blogs--not on this site-- which travel deep within my thoughts, nothing held back. I would really enjoy to get back into that habit. I want to go back to before I made this blog, back to the blogs of myspace, livejournal, and those written in the many diaries in my room. I want to be understood, I want my words heard (well read). I know nothing I've written in the last year as been worthy of much respect or even a second glance...but I hope maybe soon I can accomplish something that will please anyone who reads them; something to make someone serious sit down and ponder.
Anyway, well here I am. I'm back.
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