Hiatus

Yeah, I’m writing out of prose again.       I have noticed something about myself, as I have previously stated, misery is my muse.      I am not much of a writer otherwise, I can only catch onto that strength, that feeling that I think I usually write with, when I am miserable.        Right now at this point I am not particularly miserable, I am sure there will be little points when other emotions might drive me to write.     I will probably still frequent OpenDiary to read, but do not expect to see much writing from me save for entries to keep the diary here.     I am sure I will be back though, to write for what few readers I have.    Because happiness comes in moments, and they are fleeting and few.