It's Been....Three Years
To be honest, I happened upon the correct password to this blog,
which seemed a long ago memory from a different life time [you know how journals go; and, when put in this light---actually being only three years doesn't sound SO very long. it just feels.]
[actually, do you very well know how journals go? Once you start upon a new one, whenever you revisit your old friend-- even if ended mere months before-- it feels a century ago and fills you with all sorts of embarrassments, guilt, joys, and nostalgia----that is how 'old journals go']
I know I am only speaking to you, Jeeves
You also being an imaginary Audience-Of-One in my mind, meaning I speak to no one [sorry Jeeves]
But it matters not.
Because I have missed writing, in all forms.
I write wheRever possible--
In my trusty journal [almost time to say goodbye to this one, isn't it], in my poem book, my other poem book, my multiple notebooks, my Notes section of my phone [ever used purely for writing when no other writing utensils are available; and also to write names I think lovely; not necessarily for future children, but for any number of things, one of those mainly being: aliases], on note cards, post-its, napkins, kleenex, and kleenex boxes. I needed to add another on the list, "A Drop of Golden Sun" a perfectly isolated place to type what I cannot fill the pages of my journal with [or I shall be buying a new one every week].
Don't get me wrong, I do not write anything of importance, per se,
At least that the world deems important,
it is certainly of the utmost importance to me
Mostly Ramblings. Ramblings are important
I think I have lost my train of thought. I am not sure if I was truly on such a train leading anywhere, but I certainly am not on one now
because I do not think I have proved any sort of point, nor do I remember if I was ever trying.
Well Jeeves, It is good to talk with you once again
and by talk, I do mean a one-sided conversation where I am actually just writing
but I must say, I do believe I have actually believed you to be real. Hmm
Which, I believe, you may wish because frankly, who does not want to be believed in?
and believe you me.. you may want to believe I am real to, I believe.
Because I dearly wish it.
Jeeves, let's you and me believe in each other.
which seemed a long ago memory from a different life time [you know how journals go; and, when put in this light---actually being only three years doesn't sound SO very long. it just feels.]
[actually, do you very well know how journals go? Once you start upon a new one, whenever you revisit your old friend-- even if ended mere months before-- it feels a century ago and fills you with all sorts of embarrassments, guilt, joys, and nostalgia----that is how 'old journals go']
I know I am only speaking to you, Jeeves
You also being an imaginary Audience-Of-One in my mind, meaning I speak to no one [sorry Jeeves]
But it matters not.
Because I have missed writing, in all forms.
I write wheRever possible--
In my trusty journal [almost time to say goodbye to this one, isn't it], in my poem book, my other poem book, my multiple notebooks, my Notes section of my phone [ever used purely for writing when no other writing utensils are available; and also to write names I think lovely; not necessarily for future children, but for any number of things, one of those mainly being: aliases], on note cards, post-its, napkins, kleenex, and kleenex boxes. I needed to add another on the list, "A Drop of Golden Sun" a perfectly isolated place to type what I cannot fill the pages of my journal with [or I shall be buying a new one every week].
Don't get me wrong, I do not write anything of importance, per se,
At least that the world deems important,
it is certainly of the utmost importance to me
Mostly Ramblings. Ramblings are important
I think I have lost my train of thought. I am not sure if I was truly on such a train leading anywhere, but I certainly am not on one now
because I do not think I have proved any sort of point, nor do I remember if I was ever trying.
Well Jeeves, It is good to talk with you once again
and by talk, I do mean a one-sided conversation where I am actually just writing
but I must say, I do believe I have actually believed you to be real. Hmm
Which, I believe, you may wish because frankly, who does not want to be believed in?
and believe you me.. you may want to believe I am real to, I believe.
Because I dearly wish it.
Jeeves, let's you and me believe in each other.
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