Hello, again

It’s hard to imagine who was writing these things at a time when I don’t have much memory attaching me to those moments. Maybe myself in December would have believed that was the end, but I now think that there is no such thing. Moments simply shift, morph, and become one another. A beginning is only as concrete as the previous closure. Who is to say the past has not extended itself into a different version? Has it not become the version we are experiencing in this breath? It is connected to each continuous thought and to the future we will into our existence.

I’m learning to move past the shame of pauses, of breaks, of time to consider what is meaningful to be filling it. There is no shame in the looking.

Even if I were to dissolve this platform, what would the stakes be? Although I don’t think my problem is all my eggs being in this basket. I believe the lack of stakes makes me question the point of it all. Who even reads this? I would only be disappointing myself if I were to stop.

And that is why, I am saying hello, again. It’s been a while, but I don’t plan on letting that stop me anymore.