Good evening everyone, I know I seem to go on long breaks a lot more often than I used to. This world has been driving me mad and I can't write under thease stains, I can't concentrate on poetry when my minds a mess, please forgive me. I've written a lot more on my own but I promise I haven't left. If Anything, I've been trying to figure out how to write again. How to create a string of words, without being cliche or too much like the others. It's a funny thing to look back at your old posts and to realise how much you've changed. How much you've given yourself permission to be free, not putting yourself in a box. There's been so many things that have happend while using Mirakee, so many wonderful people who've supported me. It's something perhaps, too many take for granted. I want to write a book someday, out of all thease poems that I have, and perhaps, become an author of some sort. I don't know how many people would still bother to read poetry (Or read ANYTHING for that matter) but nevertheless, I will still try. Forgive me for the rambling and perhaps to most people, constant gibberish. I hope that perhaps someone will find something meaningful hidden within this. If you'd like, give me feedback on what I can do to improve, however harsh it may be Thank you so much for your constant support.
there are a million more things I want to say but the truth is, I don't know how. how easy it is that we feel something so pure, but unable to render these moments into words for others to feel. maybe some feelings aren't poetic they are there, just for you not to mean anything, but to feel.
"and when you finally understand how to feel, that's when it all makes the difference"