they say
they say you always make time for the things you love
maybe they’re right. maybe it’s true.
whatever the case, dear blog, i have missed you.
but.but.but.
writing takes effort these days. writing doesn’t come easy.
there are so many things that take priority.
time is ticking at a pace i can’t race
and my happy days, my silly moods, my thoughts and reflections,
they diminish into the unsatiable vessle of the unwritten.
but you should know (and i’d like to keep some record of these memories) that a friend i haven’t seen for almost half a decade is here, and there is nothing better than friendships that aren’t affected by time or distance.
what a blessing. what a grace.
dear writing, for you, in my heart, there is always a special designated space.
