the middle

But, I have compromised my well being by not writing. I am moved by the things I hear, but I've become a listener and I can't seem to find the spark to be the noise. It's been over a year, I did some editing. I found the last post humorous, that sick cycle, that I don't remember.

I don't think I was ever alive until now.
I know I was empty, always trying to fill what was never really true, and never really there, with words.
what was sad? the past can always be reflected as either sad or happy, and it's best to face the now, instead of worrying about what was.

Every year is organized by pictures turned on their face. An unrecognizable me.

beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts the most. Remember that when you find yourself at the beginning, just give hope a chance to float up, and it will..