Dear Tumblr,
I have 1.478 unread messages. If anyone is still here reading me after all of these years, I'm sorry for leaving. Writing use to be my passion, talking to people on here use to be the highlight of my day. Some of you may know that I took the path of Painting and Poetry but, just like everything else in my life. I forgot to pour into myself and instead I created a space where I could pour into others and even though it has been incredibly successful and fulfilling in many ways... somewhere along the journey, I forgot about myself again. I stopped writing for real and it has been a struggle to be able to feel that ease I felt 10 years ago when I use to write on here.
I scroll down and look at all my old messages and all the post I would make, the way I use to write and how it seemed to resonate with so many who took the time to read and connect with what I had to say. I feel so sad that I allowed life circumstances to drift me away from the community that truly supported me the most.
But at the same time I feel grateful to witness the evidence of a time where I genuinely expressed myself with no reservations and no expectations. A time where I truly was seen, heard and recognized for me and my writing.
The truth is, I am writing this because I don't actually think anyone is going to read it, and if anyone does, I don't think they will care. Either way that is the beauty of my return to these pages at 3am, no proof reading, no edits, no fucks to give... validation doesn't matter, only my desire to free my pen and find my way to the joy of writing again.
I don't know but... this actually feels like a good start.