Personal Journal

4.5 Years Later

Greeted by my two 'signatures'
Thoughts. Introspection.
Embarrassment, the likes of which I'm still too familiar.
I am what I am.
Limits? Limitations?
Dunno.
Doesn't matter. Today.
Here. Writing.
Like a little exercise. An accomplishment.
Many voices in head. None really welcome.
Looking for the nurturer.
Looking for self-forgiveness.
Looking for a little accolades, but those willbe a long tiem coming, and looking for them is always part of the problem.
Lonely here.
Used to have readers.
Used to have friends.

I don't know what I want to say. I'm here again because it worked for me once, and I'd like for writing to work for me, even if no one ever reads what I write. I always felt better being able to say what is inside of me. I felt more alive. And I need to feel alive. It's not too much to ask.

It is never too late to be what you might have been. -- George Eliot
Courage to start and willingness to keep everlasting at it are the requisites for success. -- Alonzo Newton Benn