I haven’t written in quite some time. There’s a reason for that and one I’m unsure to trust – the feelings of happiness and contentment.
I’m the type of write who usually does my best work when there’s no light in my life to write by. I sit alone, in darkness, tapping my keys in search of a way to express my inner turbulence in a way that’s not alarming to those reading it. If I’m going to take a header off a tall object, I’d prefer it to be a surprise to everyone and not a “we expected this” – morbid I know, but at least this way no one can blame themselves for “seeing the signs”.
Anyway, here lately, I’ve wandered into a new inspiration – happiness and contentment. The desire to write is coming from an area that’s never been tapped into -because throughout my entire life, I’ve felt as though I’ve never been in a place that felt safe – truly safe. Everything has been taken away from me so many times that I developed that “other shoe drops” PTSD way of living.
I have a few things rattling around in my brain to share, but for right now, I wanted to get this out so I could re-ignite the habit of capturing the moment in digital format.
Sincerely, thank you to all those who have followed along thus far.
Off The Rails 