Starting again

I look over these entries, these pieces of myself. I see the distance between here and there. The openness in which I wrote, versuses the more private person I am now.

So what caused this difference, perhaps it’s the great loss of an important man in my life, having to be so strong.. or maybe it’s the tediousness of routine life chipping at me.

Maybe it’s not having a place for this part of me to belong. This inside me – where my words have no reprecussions. I’ve missed this way of looking in, and looking out.

So here is to New Beginnings.

SJW