I have been absent from DA for a while. Mostly because so many changes have been happening in my life. On another hand... it's partly because I have lost the inspiration and optimism that I used to have when I was younger. It's funny how the thoughts and feelings you remeber like yesterday can vanish when your fingers appraoch the bright letters on your keyboard, shinning ominously, expecting you to know what to say. Expecting you to still want to say something after the things you thought were most important in your life, were shattered before you... What do I say? What can I say? Would anyone even want to hear me? That's why I wrote those stories, journals... poems online. Because I wanted to be heard. Because I was never sure if the people around me would want to listen. Or if they were really listening when I was being honest with them. Yet how can I be sure then, that I am heard here?
Between me and this monitor... this distance offers a sense of comfort. I don