..a frightening thought, although one I've become quite familiar with. I'm constantly discarding the old and starting over - changing schools, letting go of friends, changing the hue of my hair. I let them fall away, let my mind fall apart. No regrets at first - excitement at the change, that insatiable itch for something new - then, slowly, I can feel it. Aches. Pains. A dull throbbing in my heart. Missing him missing her missing you. Missing that place, that time, that experience, that reaction. That smile, that laughter. Missing out. Pieces of me are scattered all over the globe, bits of memories and belongings of my heart that drip through my fingertips like fire. Burning.
Starting a blog is, I suppose, another beginning. I used to write often - poetry, short stories - but have slowly let it dwindle away. Another loss. Perhaps this will help me regain that small talent, that joy I used to express. A way to organise my thoughts?
Farewell for now.
