After weeks (OK months) of writers block, I had an inspired
thought: Writing is a medium for which I can share myself with the world,
perhaps the reason I cannot write is that I feel disconnected.
I know that this is a self indulgent thought, but it gives
the only reason for my absent words.
I have always felt like an outsider - But I have also
thrived on the outskirts. The kind words of others seldom soothe the hurt of
isolation, but isolation comes from me. It is such a funny thing to be loved but to
not feel the love.
The kindness has not gone unnoticed and I will repay it with
words – soon.
