Oh, hello there, it's me...again! Hopefully this time I'll stick around for good. Where do I even start with this one? Life has been lifing and writing took a back seat like the neglected house wife. Wishing everyday that her husband will finally open his eyes
How do you apologize? One of those money bouquets or a placard saying "I'LL NEVER CHEAT AGAIN"? I have been cheating, using time I was supposed to be writing to galavant with other mistresses. I'd fallen out of love with her, or so I thought. It kept getting harder and harder to reconnect. Truth be told I had developed a conviction that my writing days were well behind me, comfortably settling into the role of the non-practicing blogger.
If this article makes any sense at all I'll let the audience be the judge. I'm just extracting this writing tumour I had inside me. I thought I was in remission but the jokes on me, stage 4 baby. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, one of the many things I inherited from my former self (who the world knows as my father). Writing was my therapy, everything I felt, put it down into words. What happens though when you're missing therapy sessions? Where does all that energy go?
Consider this my "Baby I'm Sorry, I miss you" but like a woman scorned it's going to take more than a single pouring out of emotion. So I guess an apology tour is in order. For a first point of contact this should do, I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome so it we meet again....
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