I've decided to keep on blogging. I don't know how often I'll be posting and I'm not going to try to set any kind of schedule at this point.
And just like any other time I sit down to write anything, my mind is as blank as the screen or paper in front of me.
Am I afraid to write what I'm thinking? Afraid of judgement? Afraid I'm writing into a void? Afraid I'm not writing into a void and someone is actually there?
Yes, yes, yes, and yes.
I'm also tired in a way that has nothing to do with wanting to take a nap. Life is a barely bearable routine at the moment. Up too early with no way of knowing if the dispatch in my text messages is 100% accurate, and no matter where I'll be going the scenery remains the same...if I can see anything beyond the early morning darkness. And no guarantee that the work day will end before my bedtime.
I have managed to write a few poems recently, so there is that much. I'm not sure what to do with them. I haven't posted on my poetry blog in years and it seems pointless to start back up there. I've thought about compiling some into a book and publishing them, but that's as far as it's gotten.
That's enough for now.
Here's the last poem I wrote, for your reading pleasure.
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