Monday, May 29, 2017

Writing blogs.


 It is a challenge.  Who am I writing for?  Sometimes it is for myself.  It helps me solidify my ideas, think them through. I haven't solidified my ideas here recently. Maybe it's because they have become less of a priority and are still in flux. I can't show you how many unpublished posts I have.  I do not think it's important that others know what changes have occurred. 

Sometimes I think I am writing for other people.  This one is a challenge because I don't know who reads these ramblings of mine.  But I try it anyway, or I don't.  I let it slide.  Is it an exercise in futility? Who knows.

I received an email a few weeks ago asking me to return to writing my anonymous posts for their website.  I finally wrote another brief article for them. I write anonymously there because the topic is painful and close to me and those I love and know.  Others have found them helpful, so I write.

Does this sound like a diary entry?  Maybe it is.  Maybe that is all I have today.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Highlight to read.


I never knew love could hurt so much. Every breath hurts. I wish I could pretend it doesn't hurt.

Every night I cry myself to sleep. The mornings are the hardest when I have to wake up for reality. 

How can I forget him?
How can I forget his kiss? His warm embrace?
How can I forget how close we used to be?
How can I forget his laugh? His sense of humour?
How can I forget he said he would never leave me? That we were meant for each other?

I will never forget the days we once had.

Ps: I disabled the text selection highlighting. 
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Draft: February 2016
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