It’s becoming more and more difficult to find my way back here. Attempting to recall my old email addresses and passwords become the equivalent of being lost in a once familiar forest.
Here I am, and I miss being lost. In a way, it gave me an excuse to be silent.
But I DO have words to share, should they be in the form of stories or ambiguous vignettes. I live, therefore I write.
It’s been too long this time. So much time has passed that I have forgotten how to speak, only think.
Thoughts perch like birds on
My shoulder, shaped like words then
fall at my feet. Sleep.