After a long while of not being able to remember the reasons why I enjoyed writing on this blog so much, it has finally returned to me.
There is no reason to hide here; no reason to obscure emotions that I may feel discouraged to discuss. Essentially, for me, this space exists as a result of a yearning for an output of internal zest: bodily marginalia, that on a day-to-day basis, seems feckless and unavailing by the likes of constant disconcertment. What we feel is commodified; we are not told to value what should be valued; upwells of heartfelt, tender emotion is stunted.
Here, my words and emotions can reach and stretch horizontally and vertically. There is no path. There is no end. Time and space are boundless here.
And I am so thankful that such a space exists.
It would be naïve to think that everything I think and say is readily accepted by people, but that is nor my aim or intention. I want people to be stirred; inspired; moved; to feel something, anything. And if my blog doesn’t do that, it’s still okay.
Writing for this space; clumsily, hastily – typing the words that accrue from the depths of my mind is a wonderful feeling. I float skywards, and across the land.