I have been away so long, I forgot what it was like to wake up daily, excited I had churned some words around in my head. And until I set the coffee cup down, and wrote them all on paper, and sent them on their way, I forgot what it was like to share this life out loud.
I am just a little sad that I have been away so long.
I am just a little sad I may be away for even longer.
I am just a little sad.
I have two more classes to go before I graduate. The prospects of searching for a job, being away from my writing desk, even more than I am already away, is frightening. I am at a loss to think I will eventually leave behind a chair, space void of all thought. To think I will be alive, without all the people who have found my voice, leaves me just a little confused. You heard me and listened. And bothered to let me know you exist too.
And now it becomes just a little bit lost to life.