Today I thought a lot of my old blog. My first baby. I remember how excited I was about blogging back then. I didn’t have much. I didn’t have anything. Except a dying fire that somehow lit life within me.
I remember when Elias asked what name I wanted for my blog. I didn’t know. I didn’t care as long as she would emit the joy I felt. I called her ‘writersglee’, after what joy she gave me.
When I decided to do the big move, she was perfect—perfect as she had always been in my eyes. But I knew she could be better. I wanted her to be. It took forever to let her go. Not with all those uncertainties. But I knew within me both of us could only get better.
Poetry et al. She became my new baby. Everything I got. Everything I needed.
I’ve been around for a while. Come far? Nay, not yet. I can only say I’ve come far if I stop to look back and I don’t want to stop.
Lately, I have been reading some of my old pieces, from back in the day. It feels like going back to my birth place… the mental pictures. Like sitting in the middle of an empty room; watching spaces and what used to fill them. Nostalgia.
Sometimes, I don’t want to go back there. I get scared. Frightened, more so. I think it’s because I see what could have been…better? Yes. Maybe.
So this is what I thought of today. A diary category on this blog. And here, I will share some of my experiences with writing. It may get ‘personal’. I hope it does. And by personal I mean, I may get lost in time. When I do, please strike me back to reality. I’d love for you to jump in and share your experiences with me.
For starters, I think this is it. Thanks for surviving the speech. lol
There’s one more tiiiiiiiny weeny thing though. You didn’t think I was going to leave you without a poem right? No you didn’t. This is for you. And all the ‘old souls’ out there who are restless with this art.
There are old souls, often without rest.
They glide between breath and gone,
eager and searching,
for a stray speck of life;
what they don’t know—what they don’t know yet.